This poem was inspired by an image of Japanese urban lifestyle
The rain subsided, overhead gusts-- Of wind, swirling like gosammer. The pathways of fine-hewn stones, bustling, from pole to pole. It was a starry night, and under-- The silhouette of the night sky, People of tepid temperaments, Meandered along. From Innocence, we see-- Screens glinting in the solemn tenor, we see- A place full of Life and bliss, And the brazen zeal of all. Yet from Experience we discern-- Not the life of the place, Not its culture, nor its people, But “marks of weakness and of woe”, A disconnected world, A world of supranational-- Connection, Over the phone Yet of no emotional-- Connection.
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