Mark My Words - July 15, 2025

Gary Hunter
Jul 14
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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