Ode to the Ipod

A cold, quiet Christmas Found me, a hermit, content Happily cowering in the cave Created by the absence of light In my room

But the piercing glare of a light, bright Bulb Would be excessive A curse I held in my joyful palms All the light i would need For now

The black, box, body, Marked with a seal La pomme Smooth My fingers gingerly sliding Across the perfection Hesitating to open the box, Expose the ipod And shatter the magic But i did.

And in doing so Broke the tradition of waking, jarred To discordant buzzing Instead, to a sweet aria Daring me to move

I bid farewell to the dry-erased Blankness That was my former life And instead Let the melodic poetry unceasingly Splatter the rainbow on my ears My soul

Enlightenment Forever whispering in my ear The moment of its birth Forgotten But not yet erased For the catalyst I still hold In my hand today

This Awakening Constantly bettering, Taking the me within myself Making it sentient And beautiful