Tis carpeted forests once real and true,
Sheltered land sky and lark,
Dynasty of elementals kismet in their place,
Forget me nots your earth she said.
Man made edifices of timbre oak an fair,
Cart ‘n’ buggy wit Clydesdales symmetry,
Smelling scented sawdust in our palm,
Feel the land and its’ charm.
Phone wire transistors radiowave gazebos,
Technology piling on instantly lost in our ways.
Television scrambled razorblades airbrush our connections,
Neverending mazes of programmable code eating our brains.
Information freeway no speed limit in sight,
Our mainframes are getting fried byte by byte.
Intoxicating utility succumbing to its pleasures,
All 2 dimensional needing only two senses,
Common not apply weeding down our defenses.
Techno-drugs drawing us closer to the fixation,
Power off becoming redundantly impossible,
In no options we trust.
Murky horizons awaits our digital dawn,
The quickening breath of Mother Nature,
Lost, forgotten, and gone.
~ Jason Chu
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