An Apocalypse

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Chucked my cell phone 
into the ocean in a move to be more 

alone. Was the Palm Pilot 

next, my laptop with the wireless net? 
Had googled Patmos. Bought 

my ticket to cross ten time zones 

halfway around the world. 
Coming up on forty and finally 

unplugged. Tethered to a place 

that would never be mine 
as boatloads set out for the island 

where the Apostle was said to have had 

his vision. Digital flashbulbs 
going off. I as guilty 

as the rest awe-struck in that cave—