In Search Of The Web Poem by Yiro Abari High

I live in the outskirt of town
Sometimes it feels like being underground
I'll grapple with all the lines, ten overall
Yet, there's nothing, just left in the cold

I go out every night
I really want to change my plight
I rest the gadget on my palms
Right in the heart of night's calm
Swaying it from side to side
If feels like pacifying a child

A Chinese torch in the grip of my teeth
In the same mouth I had used to eat
I hear the dogs howling
I hear the crickets shrilling
I'm not worried; my file's downloading
I am worried only about reptiles
Night's always for the wild