We go forward by default

it’s not our fault,

simply habits inhibiting,

learnt with time,

ingrained on our unconscious mind.

We sit on cardboard cut out couches

eating dinner from a box,

living in die-cast diorama dreams,

where sometimes feeling feels too hard

and talking about something real

is hard to imagine unless its on TV.

We play games made of electricity,

fused with no spark, sitting in the dark

faces infused with flickering blues

glowing wherever we go.

Communication broken down

into bits and bytes.

Digital rights that shouldn’t be left

to register on an analogue scale.

In an age of scrap and metal

where information falls like hail

and melts more easily

than the machines we control,

we go forward by default.

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