Ether Come and Never Go
If walls could talk
What would Keats or Wilde’s walls say?
Or Lenin or Lennon’s?
Or the walls of a pub
A prison or a morgue?
Ah, but now walls do speak
Your walls
Our home is in the ether
We are immortal
The needs for our feeds
Your walls will talk forever
Your rants
Your memes
Your poems
Your cat pictures with laser dots
That plate of lasagne
Who you like
And who you hate
They will live forever
You will live forever
In the ether
Copyright © Thomas Sparke | Year Posted 2019
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