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It’s a timeless art to sit still
Be an old geezer
One who bore nine children 
Or a private who fought Hitler
Or be an indoor cat, jailed for life
Put your smartphone down
Mute the vibrating in your heart
Chips stole how to be alone
Divided the setting sun into seconds
Be kind to geezers who gave you freedom
They hold the art of being alone
Without devices, Google and now AI
We’ve become too specialized
Waiting for the phone to give us orders
We used to hunt, harvest and just be
They spared us only one job we're good at
Consume and consume
I drink fill of mead till I Doordash more
Be still, my hands tapping away
Children growing gills in the digital age
Snickering at geezers hobbling on land
But see dinosaurs in chicken breasts
You’ll all be on the chopping block
We used to plant, now we just consume
Swallow our home like a blue marble
I’ve lost the way of being still
Depression loves social media
It makes us all feel uneasy and hungry
Makes us itch for more
Makes us feel left out
Being still is an easy prescription
Not easily filled for wine on the shelf
Something gained
Something lost
Isn’t that how it works? 
To lay my head as a Gen Z
Never waking primeval
Every click in some server
Consuming nothing but myself
Sitting on the john relieving myself
My cell phone put away
A geezer with war stories
No youth cares about
A dinosaur evacuated
Finally still as fossils
Consume till extinction
And I'm just dessert

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