The world hums in vectors of static,
blinking screens with digital transfusions,
headlines swollen with fevered irrelevance,
turning truth into a background hum.
They sell us glitter wrapped in plastic,
distractions like sugar on our tongues.
We are moths, flung towards cold flames:
brands, trends, the promise of escape.
Yesterday’s tragedy gets tomorrow's blur,
fed to us between jingles and noise.
Our endless scroll carves time to bits,
each moment pixelated and misplaced.
The unreal stretches its wings wide,
while attention becomes the newest currency.
Somewhere, silence waits, gathering dust,
but we ache for what keeps us spinning.
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A most interesting write Gray that seems digital in so ways speaking of pixels and screens. I seems to relate to communication of information and its electronic component. Nicely done Gray
Electronic babel and an infinite appetite for this.. Infinite stupidity along the way. I always enjoy a good dose of reality - many thanks.
Thanks for sharing your feedback Dave I appreciate it
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