The Final Sound (a poem)

Staring at these screens, I wonder

if I’ll get sucked inside and live in the vastness

of our Great Collective Unconscious like so many

writers have prophesied.

They tell me about virtual reality – I cringe,

then remind myself you can’t stop progress:

technology accelerates like a sped-up audio file,

and when it gets to the end, will we even

hear the final sound?

(Photo by Reagan Freeman on Unsplash)

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