Pixels dance and hours vanish in the land of glowing glass, where stories unfold and eyes hold sway, but the clock silently judges.

I can either eat your cheese, or control a cursor as you please.

First four: respite, time in repose, Four more: place to be, space enclosed Stalls for a while, where everyone goes

Blow struck, Liquor drunk, Leather coiled, Round a trunk

A symphony of clicks on a silent stage, Letters and symbols in a digital cage, With fingers as dancers, they create a parade.