Fixing ThingsA Poem by Brooke WakeDone in the style of Emily Dickinson.Fixing a waning perception, One of mankind's more eminent faults, Starts not with the taking away of things, Held dear to those who would rather not.
Instead we must supplant and supplement, A balance to be wrought, not fought, Modern inventions are not monsters or saviors, Commodities can help enlighten, resolve, or mock.
More real paper and pens, less screens, More eyes on the horizon, not so much lowered toward our feet, Solution not symptom, encourage the intelligent core, Eyes wide open, learn to look, live each moment, Sentient with every pore. © 2014 Brooke WakeReviews
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4 Reviews Added on March 17, 2014 Last Updated on March 17, 2014 AuthorBrooke WakeOlympiaAboutAnecdotal tea parties and laying around on the floor. Bare light bulbs and red, spacious, manual transportation. Cats and garlic. Mountains and words. The narrow spaces between us. Do not copy .. more..Writing
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