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Mark My Words - July 15, 2025

  • Gary Hunter
  • Jul 14, 2025
  • 1 min read

I wish cell phones never were,

an invasive species living in

every ear, hand and pocket

 

they’ve replaced faces,

breathed words and warm skin

they knock on the door

of our missing souls

 

want AI plugged into your brain

and a keyboard for your thoughts?

Sure, we can arrange that,

their advertisers say

 

someday no one may need to speak,

a two-dimensional image of you

will communicate thoughts

to the mental screens of others

 

my question is –

in what server of your being

will they keep the heart?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
 
 

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