Device[s]

Let me paint you a picture

Of a world gone blind from hours untallied

Peering into a window of light so blinding

It consumes our thoughts every moment

 

Step into the door, my friend

There's nothing to fear here

Just fossils in this old museum

And relics from a nobler time

 

Over here is a parchment and quill

And here is an envelope

My favorite exhibit - the postal office

Mail carts and forlorn typewriters

 

Run your hands over the keys

Let the dust sift between your fingerprints

And think back to when our ancestors

Put thought into what they put to paper

 

We are only human

And humankind thrives on false sounds of progress

A million monkeys on a million touchscreens

Eventually they'll resurrect Faulkner

 

Maybe the next Shakespeare

Is a face behind a plastic screen

A double-edged sword poised

To run him through the moment he puts his mind to work

 

And all the while the world waits

On bated breath for status updates

Stock quotes and news and photo galleries

Some banal, some useful

 

But in the end our devices

Bleed us dry every second of the day

Our instant feedback at our fingertips

Is our lifestream in twenty seconds or less

 

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