Yet To Be

poem by: E.J. Waling
Written on Jun 25, 2026 

Yet
to be.
For all
those,
yet 
to arrive.
Created
in the
usual way.
As millions
before.
As millions
will be.
Arriving
fallow.
Devoid
of input.
Memories.
Clean 
hard drive.
Experience.
Manifesting 
in an
evolving 
space.
Realm.
As the 
time
dictates.
So the
new 
arrivals
assimilate.
Accepting 
what’s 
all around.
Modernity 
constantly 
updating.
Reconfiguring 
the next
round.
Arrivals.
All seems
normal
to those
in time.

 

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