at the core of obsession, watermelon screams
basic root in the gut, aborbing mental energies
knife taken beyond its use to mediums a'new
opening vessels, channels perhaps imagined by
an old man on a porch in some long lost afternoon
amusing grandchildren made lazy by summer heat
when all else fails ingenuity prevails
before television things remained the same
now they bounce across the sphere called home
radiating the old man's ideas through every afternoon
any afternoon when caught, captured, magnetized
future generations picking up streams long spit away
collecting, gathering, amassing the basic foundation
exemplifying the very concept of conception itself
now we have time, saved by circuits and two simple numbers
1 and nothing

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