There’s no more room!
Diminishing returns with each upload.
The discs are full, the drives implode.
Cables wear and coolant leaks,
with every second, many weeks
or months of film that oft repeats.
New photos of the same old views –
same dish, same flower, same reviews.
Opinions shared, and shared again,
formed long before, forgotten when.
Through haze of open war
and fallen worlds,
Persistent as the dreads of private past,
Hangs a blinking light. Shrouded,
demanding to be seen.
A protrusion, cold, dead, geometric,
Thrust from the light
In defiance of death and
In spite of the laws of life
long ago etched and written –
long ago burned and forgotten.
J Best Books 