Being the
I
who can do ohsomuch
it is maybe deplorable that
I
do not use myself as a crutch and
only let me just do.
Folding my forevers
Crumpling days past
Claiming that werent’s were wasses
deciding what tomorrow is not
There is something (so lovely
behind nothing that the world today would
consider ugly)
That me has myself compute.
The greatest minds of my generations do no differently
And perhaps the problem is
that
I
try to do it too samely.
Shall
I
scream again.
Virtually(mother another puddle.)
Because knowledge is power
doesn’t mean that I still can’t cower
at seeing the weather of some country whose name I haven’t heard
or absorbing the call of some blue-footed extinct bird
A choice it is not, now
I
see.
When I
look into the world limited by four smooth, impenetrable lines,
forming the flat surface that no so long ago
HUMANS
feared to travel to and fro
I
realize that my plight
is that screens make me dull because their glow is so bright.
I
who can do ohsomuch
it is maybe deplorable that
I
do not use myself as a crutch and
only let me just do.
Folding my forevers
Crumpling days past
Claiming that werent’s were wasses
deciding what tomorrow is not
There is something (so lovely
behind nothing that the world today would
consider ugly)
That me has myself compute.
The greatest minds of my generations do no differently
And perhaps the problem is
that
I
try to do it too samely.
Shall
I
scream again.
Virtually(mother another puddle.)
Because knowledge is power
doesn’t mean that I still can’t cower
at seeing the weather of some country whose name I haven’t heard
or absorbing the call of some blue-footed extinct bird
A choice it is not, now
I
see.
When I
look into the world limited by four smooth, impenetrable lines,
forming the flat surface that no so long ago
HUMANS
feared to travel to and fro
I
realize that my plight
is that screens make me dull because their glow is so bright.
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