A Fun Offering To The World Gadget

What if I were writing this in long-hand
and my computer was switched off somewhere
and I was outside in the open air
say, sitting on a beach towel in the sand

say, writing something structured but unplanned
about gadgets, fun gadgets that don’t care
if I want fun or rescue from despair
or love or money or to understand,

then is the world a gadget around me,
not a wristwatch or a calculator
or a camera, but the sea and sun

and sand grains compressing underneath me—
by pushing my pen, playing creator,
would the world gadget accept this as “fun”?

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