Digital HymnsA Poem by BexfinchHaven't been here in a while but inspiration struckWe are all searching for affection In the form of yellow ghosts and blue checks Dopamine delivered through a pressed pane of glass Digital love Existing nowhere. yet persisting everywhere These late night thoughts rattle in my head bouncing around in an echo chamber of caged insecurity Waiting to be shot off through the barrel of inexperienced fingers sending the smoke signals of existence to no one in particular and anyone who will listen When did speaking to the universe begin to feel so empty? I think it was when we started waiting for a reply. So wrapped up in space that doesn’t exist past our fingertips We forgot that we are the universe Made of cosmic atoms Bound to a rock And on this rock hurtling through time, we are screaming so loud jumping, bumping, and struggling against the shifting sands of our life’s hourglass so much so we forget to be silent and stand still in moments of intercession When despite the odds We have been caught in each other’s gravity We forget to listen to the faint ballooning of each others breath returning to the earth We forget to remember that physical interactions are the monasteries by which our souls reside And in this moment I forget to appreciate the warmth emanating from this fleeting memory already so far behind me And I want to capture it but it slips through clasped fingers And when I ask you to stay Just a little bit longer Because it's 12:30 and you’ve got s**t to do I want to believe in something Something more than a like, more than my snapchat friends, more than a god damn flashing green light. I want to believe in the universe. In imperfect flesh In fragile trust And corrupted bone I want to transcend my digital reality. © 2019 Bexfinch |
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1 Review Added on February 3, 2019 Last Updated on February 3, 2019 AuthorBexfinchJacksonville, FLAboutI felt a need to clean up my profile after having it for three years Name:A title a person gave to me before I was consciense Age: Old enough to write Occupation: Learning as much as I can as.. more..Writing
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