desk jobs kill brain cells

In a time of sky-sailing frigates,

and bare feet upon sandier beaches–

In a time of android omens

and floor-wide human deletions,

Creator becomes God

as He wrestles with machine demons.

 

When the crows perch upon antennas

as opposed to telephone posts,

When the dogs no longer wail with sirens,

and silence sets with the sun

Where will we make ourselves known?

Where will our droplets fall?

 

Or will they even fall at all?

 

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