Treasure Island

GRANT FRASER

(JUNE 7 1964 / ABERDEEN)

Corpuscle


You've got technology,
what it takes...
to break thru!

The Internet is a strange,
place to get caught up in,

Yes, you among all the other
fish...

One day they'll probably
attempt to send it out into,
space,

All the archives of human
activity, pulsing away! ! !

Sometimes I wonder if it
isn't just a con though,

My addiction to all the trappings
at hand,

I'm like a muscle,
a barnacle, a limpet,
like a human sucker
thing - stuck on,

And words that don't stick,
have no place...

For the future,
of the inside out...

Submitted: Wednesday, April 24, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, September 25, 2013
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