we live among what has been before-
relationships sinking,deserts of emotion
within all tides are sailors,dreaming waters
their last our first,only,every harbor a port
They translated all emotions in to thoughts
They make maps that we must update-
here a roadblock,there a variable speed limit
All the while camera eyes digital as distance
judge yet will not asist.Yet'i love the modern world'
accept all change,remain as water and as flow
into the new that grows/deeper than all we know
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