Gallons of messages
coded streams of data,
shoot
in planned
infusion,
expanding our capacity
to sponge more and store.
With every click, the mind
makes readymade choices.
Rarely frugal: these fluctuations
are plainly practiced by overuse.
Fingers wander on pluses and minuses,
focusing on that one infinite option
momentarily;
justifying dislike and shuffling on
back forth,
blanking in and out
for vague seconds,
uncontrolled levels of sound
screeching like broken records
in di a logs a nd di ale cts.
The tedious labour of thumbs,
never settling for a minutes rest,
till the grey battery gets recharged.
Consumed, these replenished seekers,
begin to detect an alien force,
driving thought in opinion
ads, stereotypes….
like bombarding magic bullets,
creating an illusion of your control,
only to make you realise later,
that you aren’t --
simply because IT is.
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