Silent Texting
Faxing the texting words
Is now a fan out of sight
Not touching a hand
Creation of disappearance
Not sight or sound
Of human kind
Only touching the mind
Leaving the body untouched
Unable to feel reality
Thus, appearing as real
As a television show
Or a silent radio
Torn apart
Sights and sounds
Now only words
Separating the body
From the mind
An illusion of real life
As if we were
Action figures
Playing
A new game
Copyright © Bobby May | Year Posted 2020
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