Our leaders
Asked us to be self reliant
But all about me is
Micro chip reliance
There used to be
A hundred hearts
Throbbing in the cover
Of the school
Now lost in quantum space
Are floating heads
You can not tell if the heart is in it
On screen
It so seems
The nose might have it
Or maybe the eyebrows
I practically feel
Helpless
Talking to infinity
Paranoid chatter
And much less
Myself
In virtual space.
Our dismal predicament and its essence has been powerfully captured in just three words: micro chip reliance.The image aptly highlights the poetic expression / impression. The quick pace of the poem and its even more quicker ending parallels the psyche of an entire age where we seek to be said quickly and even more to end quicklier so that we can move quickly to the next amusement awaiting our impatient 'physical' souls. A memorable piece of poetry, indeed reflecting micro chip age's micro'ness'.
ReplyDeleteThank you. "Psyche of an entire age" indeed.
ReplyDeleteIt's indeed a vivid explanation of virtual reality. Though its the need of the hour but if it continues then the human touch will be overtaken by robo touch. An awesome piece of poetry.
ReplyDeleteYes. MY daughter and my students have already started expressing their fatigue...
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