Now that the skittish flash of text across a screen
Is antiquing printed paper views of news and views,
Other means for wrapping fish must be devised.
Initiating campfires to ignite the summer flames
Now requires means with just dry twigs or other substitutions.
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The reach of speech, some time ago, required cavern walls
To petrify, in permanence, the strikes of inspirations
Where beasts and hunters danced amongst the hands
To notify all history in graffiti forested by stalactites,
And preserved in dark secrecy for millenniums.
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Digital technocracies enabled into electronic clouds
Are far more fragile so that, as current sociality succumbs
To the fantasies of finance with its fervid idiots in control,
The likely survival of its machinations to remain are small
As the fragile scents of Spring flowers in seasonal progression.
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Steel rusts, concrete fragments turn to dust, and most likely,
A minor number of our almost eight billion human skeletons
Can endure the quick million years or so, until some alien explorer
Stops by to see the cave graffiti that witnesses there was once
An animal on this planet with the ability to create symbols.
Jan Sand here 