7am

7am: Start.
Jet Engines,
Heating systems.
On.

Power lines crackle, warm
to the occasional kettle,
feeding electrons as required,
machines wake and suck it up.

I will come in over your WiFi and leave a note,
It will say: Someone was here, 
doesn't matter who. What matters
is that they, me, simply looked.

Security <---> Convenience. Geddit?

Even fuzzy clock precisely
predicts the whirlpool that always is
7.15am: By then, so much is stirring;
Teacups, Tornados, Lovers, Spoons..

I'm leaving now, 
sweeping my data behind me,
Promising not to leave a trace,
Except big letters, clearly written.


Cor, July 2009.