Stream of Consciousness
data
d a t a social media posts are D A T A where will my posts be when I’m dead? will they be printed and stored in a pretty box by a loved one, or, oh wow, floating in a data cloud named for me? maybe it will be smooshed with all other data and only sorted out upon request. most likely it will simply float in enormous scalable data clouds from the platform on which posted, a jumbled mess of code to be unscrambled in order to be turned back into words…or not. CODE. is it possible future persons will unscramble it; more likely, destroy it, like an unused ancient graveyard where the old graves are dug up after a century and reused, you know, because land is so precious; so precious everywhere but in the United States, where there is an abundance of land. now.
By Andrea Corwin about a year ago in Poets
Omnibus of Thoughts 💭
An Omnibus of Thoughts With withered leaves I weave my boat and seemingly float it on the vastI know not how to swim, 'coz they know not how to castEither ways the roaring torrentsRip me to tatters and tear me apartAnd crackling underneath those rustling waters,It’s that nature's heartstring held to part And to the boat that clamors in such a myriad… Borne o'er currents, groping over many idle hours It’s a journey taken so deep and stretched too farFor there must be a faraway place wherein—somewhere afar,The seas meet heavens whispering unto those starsAnd as to the something of that divine—Marking anew —over remains, so begotten as subpar Let that reviving hope keep that undying faith to revel in ascending powerAlas! Here comes Almighty, delivering me up to the parShowering blessings and all graces to lift me and my lot in vernal showers July 18th, 2021 © Madhu Goteti
By Madhu Goteti about a year ago in Poets
