brain weakens under the drought
of learning
crazy, isn't it?
no learning in an age
of mixed radio signals
chorus of machines
singing in digital rhyme
yet there we sit
stoic, nervous, but yet
resilient
as the waves pound us
slowly
but with no water, no surf
and no tide
just an undercurrent
of electric juice
poured from a towering blender
called
progress
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