the story of Our Box Masters


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master_RFM12B (Photo credit: fotoopa)

 

for a long time
there was no News.

We contented Ourselves
with sitting at Table,
eating, and sharing Stories
most nights

sometimes the Stories would come
to Us
sitting by the Fire
the Stories the Fire would tell Us

after a while,
the Boxes came
with their shiny lights
and Cathode Rays

and like Moths to the Flame
We huddled around the Boxes
warmed in the Glow

and the Stories began to recede

We contented Ourselves
in forgetting Our own Stories
and gathered around Water Coolers
retelling the stories of Our Box Masters
and laughing only
at the Similarity of Our Programming

Our Box Masters
grew tired of sitting in their heavy boxes
Station(ary)
and asked Us
to carry them around

at first
the Box Masters
We carried around and ’round
were quite cumbersome
so we made them smaller
cuter
more appealing

soon We were no longer huddled
like Moths around a Lamp
but fixed in fractal worlds of Babel-on
Our own

We ceased to Listen
to each others’ stories
could no longer make sense
of the Creature sitting next to us
and so it was

a trap well set by the Box Masters

 

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    • stevehi
    • May 9th, 2013

    Very good !

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