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.
