So rare these stolen moments of solace and warmth
away from mechanical, prying eyes and ears
away from those wonders of science
that human imagination made possible.
But now I must to reality return,
where communion with machines
of varying size and colour and texture
make me a lesser man --
domesticated and chained in bonds of ones and zeros
as an animal snared in the wilderness.
And I return to answer those urgent summons
sent out by impatient masters;
Whizzing e-mails and buzzing phones,
those tools that rule our world today,
that once were created to be just slaves,
are Titans in their ever-changing image.
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Welcome to the digital word brother!
world*
and this is me, ajji bajji!
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