Collecting memories,
not programmes
But inside you’re sad
You ripped out his deepest secrets, and had them for lunch
In the way of the flight path
Communications crossed
That cloud’s not natural
No cloud at all
Made for profit
And a whole lot of trouble
Forlorn and feeling adrift
Watch the past race by
the noise of static
Pleasant in the face of thinking
Copyright John de Gruyther 2014
I enjoyed the poem. Nice use for the cloud. Opening lines allowed the reader to think and try to understand what is true or not. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
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Thank you for your kind words 🙂
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