Ever So Much More So...
Not a moment goes by in quiet,
Clock hands whirl in a furious rush,
Every second wrapped in a harried agenda.
We are infinitely more connected to the wider world,
Lost in the demands of the little rectangular devils in our pockets.
I have not read a complete novel in two years,
And there are people besides me who would consider that evidence of a collapsing universe.
By: Daniel A. Stafford