The Piecemeal Man (abmann) wrote,
The Piecemeal Man

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Incompetent Luddite

I am engaged like the luddite,
compacting moments into
a spectrum of personal discovery
and interdependent social interaction.
Time, spread before us like sorghum
just wilting in the heat,
gives off the faint aroma of molasses -
a mark of childhood fully realized.
I do not deride my computer
for taking more time than it saves
but allow it the freedom to absorb
fractions of body with mind, split
mage-like, between the task at hand
and the freedom to wander
the Leibnitzian hierarchy. I, monad
of monads, shun technology
that does not let me function in two worlds.
I occupy time twice, once for me and twice
for myself. Flip the switch off
and jack into the world.
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