Dreams
of zeroes and one's.
Pixel perfection.
Photoshopped generation.
Where a stray hair, a freckle
means hell will rise,
bags beneath the eyes.
Damnation arrives.
I travel down the lines.
Through the airways,
a single digit at a time.
Swiping left on far right sighs,
sold as proof, government abuse,
silicon lies.
Hidden by stories
of celebrity lives
and fame glass windows,
into worlds of illusion.
Stained glass fiction
sold as the truth.
Trolls circle like vultures
to put down any original thought.
In this internet bubble culture
your mind is caught.
But we dream of zeroes and one's.
Blue light piercing nights
Awake until time has been and gone.
Ignoring the world outside.
It's become old hat
it's all been done.
This online realm,
is a fantasy sat
where our futures
are being slowly written.
Take a pinch of salt,
with your cornflakes
That's what you'll be eating
late into the evenings,
as your eyes rarely stray.
The blinking cursor,
a precursor of how you'll
spend eternity. Watching as time
ebbs ever slowly away.
But on this web
we can also find moments of
artistry, beauty beneath the grime,
a diamond crushed from the coals of time,
and those blessed moments will shine.
We will dream of zeroes and one's.
Futures where our online presence
isn't all pretence
and selfish
metaphorical masturbation,
and we will see in our dreams
a place where minds can be free,
soaked in universal saturation.
Thanks for reading.
taken from the #escapril prompt
"Internet"
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