It is about hierarchy
in matters of the mind
snapshots, origin, density, rank…modified dates
But it Has to hold water, if I may be so colloquial
and everything has color
we think technology changes?
it is man
our inner evolution
races now with the speed of light.
you can
almost
feel it.
in many ways, you fed me
help find my tempest
fed it, nurtured the obvious.
so maybe it is only apropos
to the Ninja finches, or the lawn doohickeys
that after a long day, its metal or flesh
and thats all they need to know.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem