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Meltdown

The bars of the jail those electronics we serve our cellphones and laptops new wardens in stir Ipods and Ipads to Tweet and I.M. the virtual distance created within 24/7 we Text back and forth when Email’s too slow a much faster course But nature is watching and planning a storm the power grid wanton with darkness for sure And who is to blame as we cry and we scream our minds have been sentenced we no longer dream The reckoning promised has come home at last and this time not virtual —our prison recast (Dreamsleep: December, 2021)

Copyright © | Year Posted 2021




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