Turning The Page

The next page is always empty

until it is filled with anything you could imagine.

Libraries filled with trees worth of pages,

in case what’s on them is needed.

Now, pages are anachronisms, forever filled with

forgotten information.

From my notebook, to computer, to internet where

my words will echo forever…..not the meaning of

life, that has been found, and lost, and found again

forever,

 but never comes up when you put in a key word.

A.I. may destroy us, but it will never have a 

quantum transcendent essence, soul for the straight

people. 

Native Americans knew that when you wrote 

something down, it would be forgotten.

There’s a lot we should know, should have 

been told, but weren’t. Those of us that know

had to find out for ourselves. 

Many people are like dogs, sniffing each 

other’s butts, looking for information, 

social media.

It’s easier than turning a page.