the pen is merely an on switch
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the pen is merely an on switch
adam’s pen writ
upon our hearts
fatal words
quieted by mental mutterings
whirring a variety of gizmos and whatch-a-ma-gigs’
zooming so fast past our unseen eyes
that depth perception and forward motion
become an illusion—
accomplishment and motivation: oil is our appetite.
our feeding hands keep churning mouths running
so our simple ears are too satisfied to hear…
our hearts’ whimper.