Infinite Brink

My mind will not cease and I’m fresh out of paper

The electronic age is a demon and a savior

Data seems so limitless, invisible to eye

One day it will collapse, all is lost on the inside

Tried and true methods, set in stone

Such as ink

They make me feel at home

Not upon some endless brink

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