I ate it because I was starving

and choked with every swallow

that mechanized humanity



A little bit better; more

of the creation poised to retrieve

the pieces of ourselves

we've nearly forgotten



Processing- power

for the billions of requests

Subtle pleas for acceptance



And technology; carnivore

of the very creativity who made it

Gorging on the insecurities



But I only eat it because

I have to, to survive

Frosty,

survival counts, even after everything else becomes just everything else. nice piece,

amo et avanti,

Peter

Interesting poem, Frosty, sometimes survival is the issue.


Les