Analog Thoughts From a Tent by the River

I awaken just past midnight, Tears falling from darkened skies Pattering against my wind-blown tent, Wondering how we will feel When safely tucked away In our metal shells             Observing eternity- No roof needed, nor food, nor rest. Will we digitized beings ever wonder How it felt in analog life             To kiss,             Feeling…

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Moonsilk Madness

                     Away in the night I whisk you Far from human habitation To a cliff where the restless ocean  Serves as a percussion section Wagner would have died for And the crickets and cicadas Bow and pluck their strings While frogs sing like woodwinds. As the symphony orchestra performs We dance beneath the…

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