Transformation

John Prophet

 

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!

 

 

 

 

  • Author: John Prophet (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 6th, 2019 13:59
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 19
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