it wants to be filed
away under some
obscure science
that nobody ever
studies or even really
thinks about
that is where it feels
safe and content
among dusty pages
and ideas that
were made inert
by the coming of some new
machine or piece of
plastic
or just by leaps
of man made thought
it wants to crawl into the
past and disappear
like forgotten Gods
who wilt away
in their seaside caves
with no more incense to wake
a hunger in their
leathery bellies
this thing wants to
sleep these old ideas want peace
but Man keeps digging
and someday
things will end as abruptly
as this poem
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