Waves.
Wave
after
wave.
Washing
over.
Again
and again.
Bowling
over,
overwhelming.
Technological
tsunamis
circling
reality.
Changing
reality.
New way.
New world.
Knocking.
Banging
on the
door.
No
turning
back.
Waters
receding.
Odd!
Technological
horizon
building.
Looms
large.
Crashing
down.
Leaving
nothing
as it
was.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem