How quickly the day is consumed
Minutia marching goose step command
I steal back the time
Just half an hour
To watch the glimmer of sunlight on steel
It fascinates
It is real
I imagine the journey it has been on
to arrive here
dropped under a tree
half buried in dirt
If it has thoughts
They only exist in my brain
Just as my pinned down prose
Exist on this page
Of digital dust.
It may last longer than that piece of steel
reduced to rust
but I doubt it.
At least that length is real
I can pick it up with my hand
injure myself with a misplaced kick
These words cease to exist
as soon as the internet falls down
*which makes me consider this intricate digital web that connects us all. But does it? When we can so easily turn off a phone, close the laptop lid. Walk outside and breathe deeply of reality. So why is it so pervasive?
For those that remember a time before, sometimes it seems madness
