At Attention
A Distracting Acrostic
Digital dreams distract from daily doldrums
Instantly, we can conjure cascades of characters who wish only to divert, stimulate, amuse
Sacrificing sustained somatic society for sparkling specters starves skin
Tantalus writhed insatiably, though the grapes of Hades looked sweet
Requiring our attention, machines have none to give us
Attend to the sound of tik, tok: this is the funeral dirge of lived time
Consider the screen, which reveals and conceals by definition; what hides behind it?
Take just a moment to fix your eyes upon nothing but this parade of phonemes across a vanilla void
Is it possible to look into just one window? How many are open before you now?
Only the value of attention increases as it grows rarer and shorter
Now that I’ve changed your I by holding your eye, see that all others do the same; practice parsimony
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D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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Great job! I enjoyed it.