One Way

The toothpaste won’t go back into its tube.
The travel out the lamp is just one way.
When curiosity unhinged that cube
and let fly trouble to the light of day,
there was no method to reverse the spray.
Such lessons are so easy to forget,
nobody turns from digital display
as maypoles morph into the Internet.

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