Modern Echoes. Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

The glow is not a cage, but light,
To guide us through the vastest night.
The strings you see as tethered binds,
Are bridges built between our minds.

We do not drift in coded sleep,
But harvest truths we couldn't reap.
A child's mild voice across the sea,
Now sits in palm, for all to see -

The 'will alone' was often blind,
To all the worlds we left behind.
The algorithm's steady hand,
Is but a map of shifting sand.
A mirror of the things we seek,
The strengths we hone, the words we speak.

It is not steering, but a flow,
That lets the seeds of knowledge grow.
The glass is thin, the circuits fast,
To break the silence of the past.
We didn't trade our freedom's key,
We used it, to set distance free.

Not chains of silk or threads of fear,
But echoes making far things near.


T.M.Solvang