Blink from Nine Eyes by Dorian Zoyd

We connected up. Minds at play.
Explored the depths of the total grey.
When time ran out we said goodbye.
We'd meet again another day.

But something very strange
occurred before that time.
A sudden spatial blink
knocked our whole world offline.

Normality intervened,
but you were not a place to be seen.
Your status remained so dark,
like a soulless avatar.


Every place you had been,
every page, picture and stream,
disappeared without a trace.
The slate deleted clean.

Every part of what you were
expunged from history.
Every bit of your being
removed from reality.


I waited, time slipped by.
The truth was too clear to deny.
From its socket had been torn
our manifold connection in all its forms.

With your presence all but gone
your tangible icons will not last long.
With clockwork precision the caches erase.
A transformation to ethereal haze.


I went to rescue whatever remained
from the remnants of profiles your absence had drained.
But deep down the content had not beed deprived.
These imprints confirm that your spirit survived.

I know you're not gone for good.
You'd connect back up if you could.
We could go and explore the grey.
I'll be right here, waiting for that day.

• Electronic
• alternative
• ambient ballad
• disappearance
• hope
• interconnection
• internet
• progtronic
• United Kingdom