Neon Light

On skin,
Artificial light reflects differently,
Than it does off of glasses raised in toast,
And no matter how loud you are, you cannot escape the sound of your own voice.
Even when traveling faster than the speed of sound.
As the case may be.

Neon moves over skin like skin has a retort and,
Plastic is just plastic.

The notion that we are the biggest, fastest race in the Universe,
Will be overtaken by events,
Or Love,
As the case may be.

We will live alongside silver sided computers that keep their,
Personalities, even,
As we conjure them by,
Voice Activated Command,

As the case may be.

Tortoises rummaging around,
In Autumnal leaves,
Will be judged the same way.

I don’t mind, do you?

-short, evocative poetry-

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