When the impulse to news hits
my fingers against the glass
to see what's happening, according to some
avoiding the advertising mass via a particular browser
there is something in the air with a faintish hum
and I am trapped by the sense that I must
refresh, refresh, type in another
to see to be to come down from the gust
winding myself, out of capacity to inhale
that which is full of the area around me
that I'd just as well deny, difficulties,
intractable, entirely solvable with an ear
and a word, but difficult, better to watch
what's happening, according to some.
Roman Ryan 