we got overnighted insight
and now know that things are read before they're read
and when we've been seen
and when we've been viewed
and who our friends are
ghostly vibrations breath social dissuasions
black boxes beckoning, tech reckoning
all us together
living in our personally programed feedback loops
and virtual groups
surviving only on dopamine algorithms
and coded synapsis
heads down, reopening apps
heads down, reopening apps
content content
living to be followed, filtered and frozen
our time, our brain waves, quickly corroded
directly directionless
drooling and scrolling
caught in an adaptive net
tangled in an expanding web
I heard you say apples keep doctors at bay
but my meaningful interactions will never happen your way
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