It's like changing the channel,
By dialing the T.V. in your playpen,
You're watching Bonanza, then poof!
You're watching the Superbowl again.
Time and space change in a blink,
Like a water vortex going down the sink,
Magnetic selection of time and location,
Changing channels like good aliens do,
In microwaves attracted to you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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