The Trinity In Your Hands - Poem by Hans Ostrom
Believers, bow your heads.
Worship your phone. It is all things.
Its icons bind you
to the holy trinity
of Telecommunications, Infotainment,
Accept the liturgy of apps,
the dogma of fake urgency.
Believers, tap your loving phone
with humble thumbs and fingers.
Stream and text. Forward and purchase.
Your phone will go with you
where you go, amen.
hans ostrom 2015
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