Now I mistake distant train whistle howls
for the drone of a cell phone on silent.
But I know I’m alone – my machines asleep and charging.
It once was a dream to have such powerful things: a
seductive spell
our runaway trains sang,
promising future
faster future faster—
Now we dream: the things break down,
then, ride us, each alone, and together we devour our home.
The world’s deep unknown
sings like a stone,
flattened into palm-sized screens.
