Today’s prompt challenged to write about what something is not. Here is something that fits this bill.
I am told it is not empty.
I’ve heard it Isn’t familiar with limits.
It doesn’t feel like puppy shit in your hands
On a hot day
When the puppy has intestinal parasites
Wriggling in the smear of it all
Just before a barbecue.
Oh contraire! It is not a series of tubes that knows your every move and tracks you as a data marker across a digital hell-scape to send you adds for puppy dewormer and to enrich internet dreadlord fat cats.
What will it be? Certainly not whatever it is you thought? Dare I say you were thinking it was something simple that grows from a small seed. Over a great time do it’s roots take hold and crush the earth in its path? Rend terra firma as it sees fit? Provide a piece of a beautiful vista? You could not be more mistaken in your belief.
Even I do not know what it really is. Rest assured though. I won’t stop telling you what it isn’t until we come to some kind of conclusion.
It’s not like I’m going anywhere, anyway.
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