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- tags :: [[id:55be6833-ba53-4f13-a20c-a680937d408e][Poetry]]
- author :: [[file:resume.org][Colin Powell]]

In response to [[https://davidmizne.medium.com/scroll-384cd85f2386][Scroll]]

#+begin_verse :title Scroll to the End
Did you feel you were tricked
by the threads that you flipped?
You're probably not wrong, but
consider the obverse:

Did you learn anything new
that you didn't know you knew
from your friends or foes
fighting for the fruit of knowledge?

You can't de-platform humanity
and doom is the right word
when animal instincts rend
our attention span to threads.

The fabric is torn but still warm
with belief that we can learn to mend it
skills blended between grandmothers
and strangers on the web,

our web, spun through electrons,
ingenuity, intelligence and
our worst vices, all of us thinking
what's the best we can do.

Co-workers and cultures shared
across a distance vast enough
to make conquistador's blush
as we crush culture and re-invent kings

Dealmakers, instagramers youtubers,
beatmakers, positive psychology pushers,
anniversary artwork crafters, connected
by a vast and incomprehensible fabric.

Wires and silicon moving us, rick-rolling us
boosting us, transforming us,
into something our ancestors
could hardly recognize,

And yet, do we think they didn't?
Doom scrolling seed catalogs,
Gossiping on front porches
making people feel worse.

Our worst vices have been
with us across all the oceans
of water and wire and the
Silly he said-she-saids are eternal.

We are all works in progress
and this web is new but unoriginal
built from the best and the worst of us
Google is not wrong, or right.

This is us, being and becoming
the best of ourselves with each
spin around the sun, ripe
with potential for the human race.

Put down your phone and consider
The stately elm, oak and ash.
We are nature, nature is not other.
Now pick it up and make art;

You are still human.
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