Feel the thin space age thicken
to bulk relic: compact
disks to cassette, 8-track; Captain

Kirk phones flip back into spiral-
cords & clattering rotary;
64-bit pixie Princesses pixelate

to an 8-bit block slaying duck
dragons with an arrow; the razor
baton leading a wysiwyg parade

of text squares into a cursor's
sly wink as broken promises of
paperless universes collate

into recycled reams. The Blackout,
rises a few feet each year, & sleep
mode lights on laptops too will

dim into the bioluminescence
of fireflies suspended over deer-
skins drying by campfire while

the ears of hunting dogs twitch.