Communication

Communication

I lingered in the shadows waiting to be born,

my father was electricity and my mother was a human voice.

I woke the silence between continents with a burst of static

and a talent for mimicry that mankind had never known.

I was the standard bearer of sounds so familiar,

Carrying them to all the places they had been but in ways they had never travelled.

I was stretched across time,

learning my craft and learning it well.

I crawled and then I walked and now I sprint wherever I go.

I launch myself ad infinitum and whiplash back and forth beneath the ocean.

First borne aloft on roads of copper and now highways of glass.

I scream across the air at the speed of imagination,

gathering pace with every passing second

waiting for intellect and innovation to guide me faster and faster.

I was anchored, tethered and tied to the Earth,

yet now I leap into the sky like a bolt from the blue and out into the black.

I'm all around you on the ground and in the stars.

I carry your thoughts and your words and I convey your sadness and joy.

I bear tidings good and ill.

I can save lives, and sometimes end them.

I am an order for pens and paper,

I am a mother's good night kiss.

I'm the latest headline in the paper and a faded photograph remade anew.

I'm your blessing and your curse.

Now more than ever I follow you wherever you go.

I'll bounce off tin cans in the sky to be with you.

I'll take your precious, private moments and crumble them to dust.

I'm half a world away and I'm in the next street.

I'm the bearer of all tidings.

Welcome to the Information Age.

"Contraflower" A New Poetic Underground

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