Once the bookshelves were overhead high,
and the scent of the glue
helped the print catch your eyes.
Pupils are no longer seeing.
Darkness forms from failing ink.
The reflection of words is stopped.
The need to track symbols gone.
The transmission of ideas replaced,
from the printed page,
through wires curving and inserted
into the receptacles of the brain.
What they want us to know, we know.
What they want us to feel, we feel.
What they wanted us to forget, we have forgotten.
Photo credit: By Sam Wolff from Phoenix, USA – we swarm, CC BY-SA 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=27951621