co writer. KenLevy
Cyber space is now
Big brother isn’t the only one watching
Everybody is watching . And nobody
Whatever goes out the fingersis reachable toanother
Ages back, we said,
‘You grabbed my words right out the air’
Does that mean we own them
Or own up to them?
Like a new manifest destiny
climb into someone else’s legroom.
sell space as if we own the air
electronic signals orbit
Resembling galaxy constellations
like a bizarre overcrowded thrift store
a staggering, blinding sense
of cumulative humanity
ships to shores
deny someone else their terrain
ownership of every cyber word grabbed by
Robotic Wispy coils riding sky, land, sea
A clunky junkyard of thousand thousand gps satellites
Beaming us back and forth.
A giant wirey hand
Could crumple all the alloy bits
Into a single cube the size of
suddenly, precariously holds this entire earth population.
“I’m feeling a little crowded in here”
he snatched the words right out of my mouth