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The Thresholds of Tomorrow
The Thresholds of Tomorrow
David J Walker
It is 1959 and
the television
is my constant companion
Comforting me during breakfast
Praying at noon over meals
Saying good night before
Turning out the light sparkling
Over its ghostly screen
Flickering gray & green
Retreating into infinity
Speaking of the expanse and
The advanced enhancements
Of 1960
When new math counts life by
the numbers 1-0
there will be no returning from
the thresholds of tomorrow
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