Repost from Gameful

I am not my information –
not my station, or location;
I am the ceaseless adaptation
of logic and imagination:
a life along a long migration.
So go tell your corporation
that, though it can try to trend me,
it will never comprehend me:
I’ll keep sifting through creation
for relations that transcend me.


Poems in passing here amassing from the past sing everlasting