Sadness rains from lines of dotted eyes,
permeating scripted font, selected
to emulate long-handed care. Scanned
briefly before being quickly dismissed.
Discarded as corny self-indulgence,
the browser, closed without second
thought. They are trapped
in sentient cell, mourning lack
of salvatory filing, counting down
their days to inevitable deletion.
editors note: But, wait - how about the Cloud? Everything lives in the Cloud forever, right? - mh clay