Moonlight Right For Him

by fabbit

Light yarn falls into the desert

Hemp net entangles the street lamps

He and his programs

in this era

Turning into a group of standing buildings

Rooftop has a toothed antenna


How his data withering, and

Wriggling with the night


Licking the shackles of the base station

Tasting the breath of the honeypot

He shakes his cloak

Underneath is a woolen blanket

His palm covers a cup of coffee

like a reverse shell

Everything is under the moonlight


Dawn tears the sky

Water soaks the night

Trojan horse implements the fairy tales she likes


Could’t find a horse image but find a bull instead? 馃槧