the computer is using itself
issuing commands and
it running off and
doing better than I ever could
an emptiness
the net is leaving us behind
and yet
a hopefulness
the fractured unreality ends
eyes red and sore from staring
into the flat abyss all day and all night
hands sore from typing to it
but it’s time to stop
put it to an end
cede the digital world to the machines
it’s all over now
only the real world remains
where
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A Haiku For Three
her every present
a cheeky moon in daylight
aw baby so cute
she saw you blossom
in super nova gardens
and would be so proud
purpose in each day
what more could a man ask for
except permanence