I need a new drug,
need a new input,
Want a meaning, a way to be
every little tid-bit,
every little nudge,
does it help me to grow,
get through the sludge.
Do you really need an alert
every moment, every other blip.
Do you really need a nudge,
a shove to tell you what to grudge.
Do you have to have an input
to see, to live, to be for each scant pip
in the world in order to live and breathe.
Join me and take in silence in the air,
fill your gut, your belly, your center:
your only care;
Live in the brief space that fills your middle,
break away a minute or 5 before you return
to the blade cascade of info
cutting in your mind and soul like an
unrelenting merciless shrieking fiddle.
By Gregory Prince 8/27/17
