(“thanks for the heads up, Wordsworth!”)
This world was always in us; But you knew,
Combustion engine just born, and already sick of
The industrial sprawl of decay
Little flashes before us that will stay.
Assorted, strewn about all corners
Of the world, our accounts flit away
Tied together only by ad tracking stalkers
As we click and search and sleepwalk them to power
Over 16 Million hues but no scent in our flowers
Our likes, our everything, we are devoured
By our own feeds, Not enough eyeballs for all our screens.
Instant Gods, who’d rather be
Ruling imaginary worlds, free from dissidence
Isolated in our connections,
Vaccinated by our ignorance.
We are our own distracted believers,
While nature’s dark shadows
dance through open windows,
like screensavers.
– This World was Always in Us © Mike Chernoff 6/21/2020
From the collection Carry-out Carton Fortress
Chernoff Writing.com 