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[eggmen]

Talk

Sometimes I Forget...
about time
and the fact
that it does not
hold still enough,
or fast enough.
Rather it
does not move
at all
and things
are temporary
in its eternal
ticks and strokes
its eternity,
momentarily.
I draw breath
like my recognition
of this passage,
and ask
forgiveness
for my stresspassings
along these roads,
but find
the moments
between breaths
as all near deaths
and think they
make more
of life
than the
simple inhales.

Oh yes
the ups
and downs
of polar
experience
leave me
a neutral,
and part
of the growing
divide.
I wonder
in a world
that moves
towards
away
rather than home.
I maybe stone,
but this does
not escape me,
rather it rapes me.
We flow and drift
apart, and never
think to even
start. The internet
moves us
and proves to us
how distant
we are.
Cause dear friends
we are losing
communication
we with this
digital era
we have aged in.
I'd like
to still trust
in my hand
and do what I can,
but I feel like
we are caged in.

But I digress
and see you can
use an example,
and I am ample
and what's more
able to provide.
For you see
you are reading
what I am speaking of.
Speaking of
we should
really meet
here or there,
but my treat.

The advancement
of technology
used to be
social science,
but I wonder
if it has not
grown to
out strip
our own abilities.
I wonder
if the world
is really a
better place
because of
the internet?
Some how I
feel like
computers
should have
no bearing on
good or evil,
but seriously
wonder
and cannot
think of how
unprepared
I feel
at looking
at what could
potentially
be the social
fallout
caused
by the
construction
of what we
thought was
mass communication.

-Encouragement