Poe, or ode on a virtual keynotes

Faces eye. That was supposed to be dances with,
But here we see findings of something
New and fainting. I Ann Sutton, our target,
Or rather I’m surprised (it still suggests
Dissed, dosed, doused, fused, fussed)
Atomic our sting our assuming or aiming
At faces eye at bull eye something
Samsung will never let me hit.