Signal

Blue screen drama fiend

what have you become?

Turn it off or someone will,

you won't remember

but you won't remember

given enough space.

The smell doesn't count, the color couldn't care to stay

it was "This-ness" and by the feebleness of narrow hands,

grasping

Did we ever listen while thinking of something

better we could say...

This was not electric; magnetism is not magical.

Sparks happen. Predictably we promised.

Revolution and Industry-

you'll forget what these did to we.

Don't look up, what is done is done, thy will

and guilt gone!

(on Sunday)

See? Forgotten verboten. Fuzzy. Atonement.

The power we ceased to possess,

Eternally, not youth but

goes by Memory,

like calories and ergs,

also

measured by the byte.

Painting by Ilya Repin [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.