Typewriters click and clack,
Like thoughts in conflict–
Undecided actions at war.
Spooling paper around
And around, repeating
The journey to completion.
Inky words wet with residue,
Smudged–impossible now
To comprehend the path.
Liquid correction fluid–
Application and verification,
Can fix any inaccuracy.
Alternative worldview,
Eyes do not ever lie,
This is a digital realm.
Who does what these days, anyway?