Unplugged
I welcome the feeling
of leaving behind …
No Facebook, no Twitter
no Email to blind
Controlling the message
undigitized truth
My mind free of programs
my spirit induced
Where magic is whispered
no texting or bytes
Bespoken the voices
I hear in the night
My memory stays active
not stored in the Cloud
Rebooting what’s under
— enlightenment’s shroud
(The New Room: January, 2024)
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