We live in a digital haze.
Zeroes
floating in a steady sea
of ones.
Someone,
no body.
Just a figment
of a fractured reality.
Wi-Fi zaps around,
electronic sounds abound
across these lands of zeroes.
Our heroes just
computer puppetry.
Digitised displays
projected from
information workstation
terminals.
Fake trees,
the air we breathe.
Terminal.
Artificial identity
in a world
devoid and empty.
We live on a digitised spectrum.
of zeroes and ones,
coded to follow along.
Our mainframe downgrading
at an hourly rate,
as technology moves
at a much higher pace,
trying to leave us,
flesh rotting,
brains wasted in last place.
Our lives on livestream.
A Facebook feed for all to see.
Check in where we've been,
check out what we've bought.
See what we've gleaned,
what our dinners look like,
when we get the right shot.
Our lives mean naught, zero.
Just a nothing on a screen.
Fictionalised aspects
pick out the best moments
to get the clicks,
to get ourselves seen.
In public we still can’t stop,
alone in a crowded coffee shop.
Staring at pics
of people enjoying their clicks,
whilst getting a fix
of their caffeine hits.
We have this constant need to look.
Check the feed on Facebook,
the drug that hits quicker
than the promise of a warming hug.
We can't put down our phones,
our laptops, our Wi-Fi hotzones,
even if it’s all for our own good.
Thanks for reading
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