Digital Anxiety

Fear got fast
Broken icons, blast
Wriggle

You're sitting?
Laps can't be topped
Unless that's so

Can I pass the age
With the aged?
I hope so

Their analog grooves
Valley deep
Without a cry for mountains

Clouds are each the first of their kind
Until they are facilities, sucking down water
And electricity, enabling each alas

Give me soggy cahoots
Moisture, rotted woulds
Let futures tumble off silicon pedestals

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