Weird Serendipity
They will never know the smell of a hot vacuum tube
nor dial a rotory
"Hello, a collect call."
The itch of a wool sweeater while reading beneath an incandescent light
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Nor will they remember clarity
with a sight blinded from birth.
`however,
in their ignorance of a moment only yesterday
they seem somewhat content
lost without imagination.
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