Connecting...
We spend most days in scattered states,
and with stumbling steps communicate
in asynchronous bursts of partial thought.
More than we need and less than we ought.
The ragged filters within our brains
struggle hopelessly to arrange
the detritus of our converging streams-
the news feeds and the online memes,
the listicles and the strange anecdotes,
the podcasts, texts, and tweeted quotes,
conversations we had a work,
an insight from a checkout clerk-
all the force of these tributaries
have long since drowned our brains' canaries.
And still the smart phones in our hands
are sending out their bright commands.
With every red dot, ping, or buzz,
we lose our grasp on what just was.
Our conversations, then, become
a broken trail formed of crumbs.
A trail most likely left unfollowed.
A muddy pit in which we've wallowed.
Nothing settled or discerned.
Nothing finished. Nothing learned.
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