Monday, October 01, 2018

Ever So Much More So...

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.

Carry on,
Wayward souls,
But quickly.



By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 09/30/2018