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Drawings, “handmade” without
Pen and paper,
Picasso and Matisse
Reincarnated,
Taking selfies.
The Gatekeepers
Sell meaning, connection,
But it really is my attention for sale.
I read books on a screen,
Not a page.
Words whispered from mouth to ear
Have passed away.
In this brave new age
We speak not in parables,
But emojis.
Mass-produced individuality
Masquerades as handmade.
All technology screams,
Notice me!
Be different, in the same way as
Everyone else.
Color and shape are not art
Save for the
Beating human heart
Of a creator breathing life and truth
Into her creation.
“What is truth?” Pilate still asks.
Give me ears to hear and eyes to see
Above all, imagination to dream.
To look at the night sky,
Not stars on a screen.
