To walk along a river,
balancing on the water like a child on a curb, skipping stones made from circuit boards across the surface.

Reflections on the water wrinkle
like the face of our father, our mother, our god, all too human.

And we walk, like cats in the snow, until solid ground becomes a whirlpool of fiber optic serpents
and LED smiles, sucking us into

the warm hum and red lighting,
the abstract line drawings, and crisp hospital walls of the future.


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