Transformation

poem by: John Prophet
Written on Apr 06, 2019

In our
faces.
Constantly,
in our
faces.
Glowing
screens.
Pumping,
pumping out
information 
constant
Information.
Inundating, 
swamping
the mind.
Washing over,
coursing through.
Minds smoothing,
ideas blending.
Minds altered,
losing 
individuality.
Cloud.
All spinning 
up,
up
into the
cloud.
Different, 
what returns
different 
not the same
not individual.
Old minds
filled with
yesterday 
fading away.
Old ways dying,
dying
with the old.
Soon,
transformation 
will be
complete!

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ann parks commented on Apr 09, 2019 at 3:40pm

Love this ......thanks Ann

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