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dusty keyboards

dusty keyboards
I’ve heard the planet will overheat
and roasty-toasty carbonate us
- but what is that to me?
 
Let’s mock the low expectations of the world,
abiding as we can, taking what comforts we can now, 
in this lusty winter - what purpose would cowering serve?
 
There’ll be spring renewals,
I’m willing to bet
ice in our martinis
and yet other playful summers. 
 
It’s true. that someday, our busy keyboards will be dust
and all of our affections will lie in tombs
 
but worst case scenario
by natural and supernatural laws
- as sure as an infallible God looks earthward
- our souls will be lifted on heaven’s wings
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Songs for this:
And when I die - Laura Nero
Jesus Walks - Kanye West
Somebody Bigger Than You and I - Elvis Presley
Copyright © | Year Posted 2026

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Fallica Avatar
January 30, 2026 at 12:12 PM
Grateful to exist in a relatively benign moment, and a Laura, Kanye & Elvis soundtrack for tomorrows days no less! I’m presuming I’ll miss the worst of what's coming. Anais, I'm grateful to share these times with you. / Beautiful photo. / <3
Vionet Avatar
February 4, 2026 at 11:24 AM
I'm afraid we can only depend on ourselves to create our own benign moments. It's hard not to be pessimistic about America's future - between you and me that's one reason I chose Paris - and in the words of the great philosopher, Doris Day, 'que Sarah, Sarah!.'
Rodgers Avatar
January 30, 2026 at 10:42 AM
Dear Anais, from God's stardust to us, back to dust. God has a plan for us which we do not always fully understand. A thoughtful, spirited meditation on what lasts and what lifts. Winter Blessings, Anais, Daniel
Vionet Avatar
February 4, 2026 at 11:26 AM
Daniel, thanks, what a wonderful comment. The more science I learn, the more I'm convinced that consciousness is part of the universe and that brings me comfort. Blessings to you! =]
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