Before impaling on the doubled-edged tool Let's retrace the ripples of history's whirlpool Pushing through the jostling media en masse Coming upon us in an anthropocene flash The word was liberated from stone and hand Printing and paper with ideas canned Ready for consumption, and then we heard Sounds through time and air transferred And thus radio; then images intruding In cinema, television, pitilessly proving for all the promise of human improvement trite banalities cease not to augment And lo, these antique forms of transmission These forbearers of our digital perdition led on to the Web, widely across the world bits through wires, less, more unfurled To the apogee, the birth, the start, connection Telephones detached, became the sun Around we orbit, daily, for life, for fun Into dependence, dissonance, disassociation
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