Duality
A great white-golden light
in the sat-feed from the west
the technological wonders of my home glowing bright.
The brighter white stars
of the uncluttered east over my head
as I glance up from the
gee-ar-gee on my
right wrist.
On my left a gee-pee-ess
the blue-force-tracker:
a corded bracelet…
new world and old
encompassed on my flesh
should I but face North.
I find some small solace
in the irony.
curro ergo sum 
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