A Typer’s Freedom Dance

Tap.
Tap.
A tentative pointer,
Quivering,
Caressing shyly,
The 26 keys to enlightenment.
Each tap,
Radiating skyward,
Showering wisdom,
To brethren.
Choreographing,
A thunderous stomp.
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
Marching to the devils’ lair,
Shattering sordid stories,
With resounding resonance.
Thanks, oh seminal finger,
For revealing to me,
The freedom dance.