Bright as day
Or soft as the moon
With hungry eyes we scry

Silent mouths agape

Give passage to empty thoughts

As light and sound dance from the glass

Bereft of synapse
Dissonance creeps in
Sowing infectious discord

Happiness and information

Outrage and confusion

With an empty heart we drink

With each covetous tap
The glass feeds our
Defeats, desires, secrets, fears

With each happy tap

The glass etches our

Victories, dreams, hopes, joys

O, give us not our daily bread
Give unto us our daily nepenthe
Homogenize the music of our souls