Yet
to be.
For all
those,
yet
to arrive.
Created
in the
usual way.
As millions
before.
As millions
will be.
Arriving
fallow.
Devoid
of input.
Memories.
Clean
hard drive.
Experience.
Manifesting
in an
evolving
space.
Realm.
As the
time
dictates.
So the
new
arrivals
assimilate.
Accepting
what’s
all around.
Modernity
constantly
updating.
Reconfiguring
the next
round.
Arrivals.
All seems
normal
to those
in time.