Tuesday 26 September 2017

A Poem

  Pull String

  Why is it the bathroom light always takes so long to ignite but can be doused in an instant?
  Luminosity completely smothered and quashed, utterly beautiful reflections stamped out with the pull of a string.
  This of course is some blown out metaphor for being, I suppose.
  Even as the light splutters to life as if it were a seizure inducing ambulance siren, there is purpose without sentience.
  We are sentient and often lack the drive and motivation to seek the purpose that keeps us going.
  Much like the bulbs in your bathrooms, are you willing to wait until your spark wanes and dies?

Signed,
Elijah.
Meta Sentience.
26/09/2017

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