Cameras and transistors
Analogue the more honest
translation of your abstracts
Not digitized perversions
Digits repurposed to other symbols
create nothing of their own
There came children
fruits from the temples of steel and glass
Seeking canyons with clear waters
To cleanse in pastoral baths
Some tactile edification
for the skeptical soul
Mocked by those who turn back
to the comfort of the hive
What has come will depart us
leaving only that which has ever been