Online. Rooms of mirrors reflecting back to us, our traumas. All the time. All the time truth is on the line. Choices on shadowy paths, Be for us. Sleeping hungers, calcified forms clawing towards the light, Confined in tunnels of inertia behind shut lids, fossilized. Always burning bright. Burning, bright, blinded and still. Rabbit holes of escape Through linked screens. Always chasing comfort, Zoned out in fright. Neverending decay, Of pleasures Demise. Running from the winged Perspectives at the descent Of night. Always running, From attacks Of swooping insight. Watchful and predatory thoughts, On incognito stationery, Like blinking stars In an inky black sky. Always stationary. Statutes on site For the keys to my psyche. And with the rising light of dawn, Sort the holes In timelines. And clear the history, No web formation Search can find. Close the bookmark tabs. Like a manual of instruction. Scrub away, the boxed memories that have drives To be hidden. In questionable Live dialogues. Do not be proud. Always Disconnect. From the pieces of my Soul left, in the network Of clouds.
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