The black bamboozle box lurks foreboding
leaps to his voice to flood the cabin-zing
hey google, dissipate the peace, release
the latest fear, please don’t hesitate, seize
reality; I can’t create today
too frightened by the scenes shown yesterday.
He’s hypnotized. He cannot reach the ground.
Past constructs spinning, holding him unsound.
Our paths deviated when the earth showed
common sense beats electronic mirth-mode
that keeps anxiety on high alert
and energy’s sweet currency diverts.
Featured image: What we create today seeds in ways we cannot fathom.