Hours in a box on wheels
Could play out soundlessly
With each of us plugged
Into our own online world
Instead
Music pushes our pulses
Into unison
And we philosophize
About Life
With a capital “L”
Our Dreams and Doubts
Dance on the dashboard
As we
Pick apart
Cognitive dissonance
With science instead of faith
And create Peace on Earth
Time distorts
Into only the here-and-now
Or tunnels down into our pasts
Or spirals outward to What Will Be
Copyright 2015 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman
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