The Machine Restarts [Today's News Poem by Khakjaan Wessington, June 22, 2012]
When all the world's a monitor
And all the people talking faces,
Crawl if you can from your bed:
We'll slobber rubber tongues in kiss.
The machine inhales our exhaled prayers
And soon will embrace as we embrace.
It compiles a book of faces,
Good, and evil; loves as we love.
Who shall garden the hard drive?
Who shall furnish it with land and sky?
Who shall add the birds and beasts?
Who shall register their URLs?
In our Eden two point oh,
Let me load my life and live again
As player and designer,
Let me live inside a game.
“Before calls to these numbers could be completed, a message would state the amount of the potential charge. A few seconds after the connection is established, the recipient would have the option of terminating the call and charging the caller by pressing a keypad button.”
–JAMES B. RULE, The New York Times, Published: June 21, 2012
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