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God,
these screens are another kind of city—
paved in pixels,
crowded with strangers,
full of small blue windows
into other people’s skies.
these screens are another kind of city—
paved in pixels,
crowded with strangers,
full of small blue windows
into other people’s skies.
When I start tracing
every polished square
against the sketch of my own life,
remind me that comparisons
are just another kind of smog.
Clear the air so I can see
where I really stand.
Protect me from trading
my own wild, crooked story
for somebody else’s filter—
from reshaping my face, my voice, my truth
to fit an algorithm’s idea
of what will “play.”
Teach me to map this territory
like a careful cartographer:
marking the cliffs of obsession,
the swamps of misinformation,
the quiet parks of beauty and insight
where I can rest a while
without losing myself.
Help me steward my digital presence
like a handmade song—
honest, layered,
open to change—
so that what I share
adds a little clarity
to someone else’s over‑bright day,
instead of more glare.
wracton@gmail.com
williamacton.legalshieldassociate.com (Legalshield and IDshield subscription information and applying for associate positions)
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