The mouse lies
in my hand
dead.
and I stare
as I wonder what’s next,
here in the future
where input creates
and output destroys.
here in the future
where old men
once feared
and young men
didn’t see
until too late.
its fast,
its slow,
its young,
its old,
its here,
its gone,
here in the future.
Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 11:13 PM UTC
The mouse lies
in my hand
dead.
and I stare
as I wonder what’s next,
here in the future
where input creates
and output destroys.
here in the future
where old men
once feared
and young men
didn’t see
until too late.
its fast,
its slow,
its young,
its old,
its here,
its gone,
here in the future.
