Touching Not FeelingA Poem by Madeline
What is this illness I see?
This misdemeanor so often committed, Of touching not feeling. Moments once felt with passion, with awe Now barely touched with the snap of a camera, or tap of a keyboard. The quiet, still reverence beheld of wonder May be glanced at for seconds Before you must tend to the vital business of tweeting it, instagramming it, facebooking it... We touch but do not feel, In pursuit of recognition, attention, permanence. Transitory moments forbidden, solitude feared. This is the age of touching not feeling, Of surface encounters.
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