A mother suckles a ‘beast’
While holding her young
Meanwhile
Hundreds and thousands
Of beings cross a bridge every day to sit in a box
Counting beans on a screen
Only to escape for special occasions
And for their final rest.
One sits in glorious isolation from other creations
The other could be described as the
Guardian of her magnificent world.
No wonder one finds itself in a pickle…
Granted, we can’t put the genie back in the cookie jar.
But a reset may be required.
Ctrl. Alt. Delete.
I’ll let you decide.