THE LAST OF THE ANALOGS

The wise
are awakening
to realize the world
is outpacing our
ability to imagine it. 

There’s no
turning back now,
we’re nearly on
the precipice,
almost obsolete.

Until then we should
relish in the final
moments of our
spectacular imperfections. 

We are
the last
of the analogs. 

We’ve played
games with misfits,
our language
dangerously flawed,
a breeding ground
for misunderstanding
yet it catalogues each
of our unrealistic dreams,
illogical loves,
silly pet peeves, and
every burden. 

Transistor, meet
the neuron. 

We are the last
to know what it
feels like to
have private thoughts,
not to have chips
in our brains,
algorithms filtering
out our ticks and our shame,
the last to truly know
what it’s like to feel pain. 

You and I,
WE ARE
the last
of the analogs. 

~EVW~