Mirror Image

The computer sits on the desk,
One big eye, unblinking.
The young man sits at the desk,
Two small eyes. Unthinking.
Staring for hours on end at each other.
Pretending to be a friend to each other.
Each one secretly thinking
They’re in control.
Each one thinking they’re playing
The starring role.
For a thousand years,
Ten thousand stares,
They’ll gauge each other.
For a thousand years
They’ll cage each other,
Eyeing each other,
Vying with each other.
Playing the staring game
Until they’re quite the same.