A Ghostly Figure Plays a Game of Pacman

Inside my mouse
a little man runs
and searches for cheese.

Inside my monitor
a ghostly figure
plays a game of Pacman.

Inside my keyboard
a goddess
divides the universe into spaces.

Inside my hard drive
a rat-a-tat-tat
spells out a rhythm,
a rhythm of words and numbers
that become a piece of music.

Inside my modem
a little boy
emits a high-pitched squeal
and starts a symphony of bytes
that will travel at the speed of light,
to another little boy
who will translate it into pictures
and music.

Inside my mouse
the spirit
that once moved
a tiny paw
deserts
leaving a small corpse
in a world of metal.