As people
buy willingly
into
new ‘comforts’
The few
and empowered
will dish out
the crumbs
A new wizard
lies hidden
his curtain
a hard drive
Entrapped
in their keyboards
young minds
unbecome
The facts
merely factoids
of digital
suasion
In fated
consensus
their Google search
lies
While deep in
their consciousness
a legacy’s
waiting
A meltdown
away
when the internet
— dies
(Villanova Student Chat: February, 2026)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Well said. The comforts that modern technology provides.
Thanks for reading.
I often scolded my son for getting consumed in video games. But aren't I the same when it comes to the Internet? Beautifully written!!!
Yes, we all 'share' in the guilt. Humanity is being sucked down the rabbit hole of least resistance.
Thanks for reading and commenting.
No, thank YOU for sharing. Anything that makes me stop and think is a good read in my opinion. Next is AI. What ever will we do when AI takes over??
I have 22 published books Kate, and A.I. has pirated 17 of them (without permission) as training
aids for its large language models. I'm currently part of a class-action suit seeking damages
for its unlawful behavior.
And it will. Like all technologies it will have its life and then what is to come will replace it and how much will be lost in the process, no more VHS, what was lost in CDs that no longer have players, old formats in DOS gone, with each new advance in operating systems what falls through the cracks and is lost. A solar flare could erase it all. Loved the poem Kurt
Hope in Armageddon. 🙂
Hopefully it will occur after my time
Careful what you wish for, its Friday the 13th.
Ha ha I am not superstitious but I don't walk under ladders
... or break any mirrors.
Kurt, “his curtain / a hard drive” is such a clean, modern twist. That image says everything without overexplaining. You take something familiar and update it in a way that feels unsettling and real. It’s clever, but more than clever… it’s pointed. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thanks. I only wish none of it were true.
Yes, here you there! Most welcome, my friend.
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