Remote
Traverse the universe from a far away place,
It is the best way for
When the day is done
One can procure stringed boiled treats
And lay on down,
silken sheets.
To watch the lights dance in order
On a glass electrified border
Of electrons and atoms
Stirred together in a bowl
Unless the matter of control
Is lost.
Where did it go?
It will not begin to tell its tales
Without a press of the poly
Structured electric boards.
Sending waves through the unseen
Air.
Wait what can we do?
There is no way to alternate this
Teleporting face.
We can use the store in another unseen place!
To mimic our device
Lost and forgotten cadence!
Let the screen begin
Plasma floats,
With this new clone
This new remote.
Ham 