Last day of 13th Edmonton Poetry Festival. Should be fun. Some family and friends in attendance. Will be reading the following new poem.
No bot could ever
replace a sky.
No phone will ever
stop the tides.
Nor any hack nullify
our limitless love.
No avatar could
supplant you
in any case.
Nor any cloud
clone Monet
nor any bug
take down Beethoven.
The variables in the
Internet of Things
are this limited.
Touchscreens will never
supercede skin,
mind or soul.
All the brave new whims
are merely greyscale
and deletable.
And a user world is just that.
Egoic diminishments
in virtual domains.
More or less.