Nostalgia for long-lost days of manual typewriters
I belong to a gen that still amid memory knows this!
sans internet or PC we raised upon typewriters
were such innocents (though we didn't perchance suppose this)
you could clank out & mail a letter affixing a stamp to it
OMG! to receive such a missive out of the distance!
and the feel of the keys the resistance bring a lamp to it!
for it wouldn't (screen-like) self-illuminate its existence
and the ribbon and the return! with a knell so lyrical
hear it ring from out the depth of your cogitation?
if it's true as they say perfection itself is spherical
might we circle about in an act of imagination
to that instant when pulling the page from the platen look!
every line etched with sober demeanor just like a book