Tangibles
That which we can hold
Say it’s real
For so long
Slipping through my fingers
Pieces of energy
Falling away
Through cracks in screens
Posted
And rarely seen
By me at least
For ages
Words swallowed
Consumed
Scrolled past
Pictures zoomed
Pieces of space garbage
Adding to billions
Of space garbage
Swirling around in the internet
Nothing in there is real
“In there” doesn’t exist
Yet it does
Accessed by humans everyday
In ways
Which make a dog frown
As she watches her owner
Stare at a screen
What does any of it even mean?
People becoming faker and faker
Nothing reliable
Fragile egos grow flimsy
Cattle truck thinking
Over and over
Regurgitated thinking
Creating pathways to nowhere
Real
Tangible
Sky above
Earth below
An instant photo printing
I watch it develop
Thinking
Now this
This I can hold onto
