Ghost in the Machine

This is partly about how it feels to communicate via the internet

No man knows me or sees me,
I am the ghost in the machine
I am silent and I am dreaming,
Faceless and nameless am I.

Will o the wisp slips through my fingers,
Thistledown floats from afar.
Only as a ghost can we all reveal
The people we truly are.

All here is a vision of a dream,
A floating ribbon inside my head.
Here we can find what people mean
Free from the illusions of reality.

And this is the realm of glory:
That equality reigns for all,
Perhaps that is the deus intus machina
And I its ghost to call.

"Deus intus machina" is, so far as I can make it by use of a Latin dictionary, "God inside the machine" rather than the more familar deus ex machina, God from out of the machine.

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