The Universe Without a Login

 The Universe Without a Login

You are the universe

arguing with the internet—

like the homeless

standing outside the signal,

speaking where no thread is listening.

No username.

No password.

No place to plug in the soul.

Your breath rises in the cold

like a quiet galaxy,

unseen by timelines

that scroll past

without stopping.

You carry whole constellations

in a torn blanket,

wrap starlight around your shoulders

while the city counts clicks

instead of names.

What is a human voice

when the algorithm cannot hear it?

What is truth

when it has no Wi-Fi?

You speak—

not in posts,

but in presence.

Not in comments,

but in survival.

Your footsteps write

on concrete,

a language older than code:

I am here.

I am still here.

The internet argues about everything,

but not with you.

And yet—

you are the deeper argument,

the one no system can resolve:

a life that cannot be buffered,

a dignity that cannot be deleted,

a universe

refusing to disappear. 

Steven G. Lee 

April 28, 2026