Posted: December 16, 2015 in free verse, poem, poet, poetry, writing
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As I watch the digital bits ricochet from here to there
with no restrictions of where they may land.
Broadcasted like sewn oats blown into the breeze by a electrostatic fire hose
perhaps taking seed on the other side of the earth.
Read, analyzed, erased or sent again on their way
within fibers of glass and through waves of magnetic miracles
some stored by laser beams and some within sandwiches of  silicone
only a few settle within the jelly filled neurons of man ever again.
If needed for work or only just curiosity these microscopic bits are reconstructed
into what ever they were when spit from the thoughts of the two eyed beings
that first visualized them as words, pictures or Dollars in exchange for Yaun.
No light cycles are raced, no jungles are hacked, only electric potential leveraged
and squandered within the gigabyte confines of a magic world
that spends nothing, earns nothing or builds any material thing.




  1. Excellent, E.!
    Intelligent, creative!
    I had to look up one word.
    SnowIsFalling HUGS!!! 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Oops! the vid didn’t work! 😦
    Go look up Snow is Falling by Shakin Stevens on Youtube. Fun song! 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  3. I’m trying this again…


  4. Sorry again. 😦 You can delete the vids.


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