Miyazawa sits rejected on the table beside me,
victim of the digital siren song
and the rocks it has drawn me to;
this is an age for stronger wills than mine,
minds less drunk on endless stories.
this is the age of fleet-footed Mercury
running wild to and fro with vacuous news
for the frothing, mindless addicts –
like me;
it is not a time for poets…

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