When you're going to share a post
and think
do I really care enough to share this post
and
what's the most it'll do for me?

Sunday in the cotton town
downstairs in my dressing gown
thinking
do I really want to go to work?
share and share alike
or rather
shirk and shirk I like
but no
keep to my routine
or I might wake up and find
that this has all been a dream.

I'll make breakfast
make it last until
lunchtime
which as chef says
is no time to be eating.

The dirt turned to memories
Stories that pulled the decades from the hills
And laid them out in the prayers and busted knuckles
Weathered hands turn to volumes
The hottest sweats of summer
The coldest winds of winter
Were rituals endured
What whittles away life
Sometimes need be loved



The land had taken him in
And together they had farmed
The solitude kept the humans untouchable
The hills became his lovers
Years turned over into decades
He did not know they were the last seeds
But the world had become a madness
It had exhausted his will
So he left it….to be his last harvest

Mind warp.
Reworked.
Rewired.
Instant
access.
Altered state
of reality.
Information,
technology
flowing.
Unimpeded.
Washing
over­.
Rinsing
clean
how things
were.
Words
rendered
archaic.
Sight,
sound
new ways
intergraded.
Old ways,
ideas
obsolete.
Instantly.
Processing,
interpreting
perceiv­ed
reality
altered.
Ever changing.
Mind scape
transformed
light-speed.
Finger tip
alterations.
Compendium
of knowledge
ever expanding.
Humanity
on the
brink.
Words.
Books
snail
paced.
Antiquated.
Civilization
as known.
Gone,
in a
blinding
flash.