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Immanuel
The folk invoke their
Immanuel.
Immanuel, God be with us!
Oprah, Oprah, the Barbies
exult.
They wait for Judge Judy,
Then quiver in rapture
When Judge and Bird emerge.
Tyra, Tyra, the Thumbelinas
praise!
On another stage Ellen conjures
The Believers' spirits,
Then they arise and
rejoice.
Each time the floor
director gives
The cue, the people go to a
Perfect world, riding
My
Little Pony to Eden. A
fulfilled
Life begins by pulling a
string
Grounded in a memory chip.
Standing in the snow
Nothing on a screen can
Be considered anything like
A book, he said with a
fierce
Grip on certainty. A book
is
A book is a book; it has
pages
And a spine, he said.
Books use words,
Not pixels. It feels good
To hold a book he asserted.
Why, I asked, did
Someone create screens?
He was wearing sandals
Standing in the snow
at
Hadrian's Wall, the pride
Of Rome and the civilized
World. He looked at me with
Paleomagnetic eyes and
said:
They weren't created for
me.
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