rectangle lamp

Typing in the dark
keyboard lit by the screen,
all the letters disappear
into squares, unseen
but your hands

know their place,
and your fingers keep
time at arm's distance to
the place one projects one's mind,

but I cannot log in. Complicated
passwords

are too much guess, poke
hunt, peck to expect

perfection
to occur

So, experiment fail.
It artistically succeeds,
but at cost of hotmail