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Aug 2017
We are immersed
In this river growing
by the Nano second
as our brain drinks in
the pixels and photons.
Or   flows past us,
Lost in this river
of enlightenment,
or drowned if we
have not learned to swim.
Written by
Brigitta Cuadros  Gainesville
(Gainesville)   
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