B4

We breathe within our own dystopia
shoaling, swarming in this hexed, wired world
we walk, we see, we talk,
we listen to myriad hypnotic tones,
cursors,
likes,
no longer remote
but sentient
in a counterfeit world,
the electronic bible speaks
and fools become professors
rich opinions duly slain
for chat-facts
revered, shared,
a toxic viral stew
we regress
in a blink
to antediluvian chaos



© Graham Sherwood 10/2015