info age

We don’t know what we used to think
it was something
hidden
invisible
masked
what we couldn’t see hear touch
feel…and
we wondered…we revered and rewarded those
who wrote poetry and stories
guesses
about who we were
trying to get under the covers
the skin
to divine that which was
concealed
and there was joy in the guessing
love
even
being wrong was normal
was accepted, was
the rule
but now today it is an avalanche
a hard rain of information for days and
days
a heavy scream sitting on shoulders
on our minds we
try to hide but it’s a magnet
drawing us back
no one is wrong…ever
everything is there
uncovered
technology murders our dreams in the night
yet
here we are all dolled up
at daybreak
waiting for a like, a LOL, a thumbs up
wanting to be noticed
wanting to be noticed
needing
to be noticed
because that is us now
willfully exposing the soft squirmy inside
no speculation required
and we don’t know if poetry or stories
will ever
replace what is
lost…what we know now
we willfully
gave
away

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