children of the devices

Children of the Devices

There they
sit, plugged
in or
snatching cues
from the
atmosphere,
children of
the devices.


There’s
so much
they can’t
access &
darkness
waiting if
they step
off the
grid into
a noose
of circular
memory,
fire &
brimstone
raining down
upon their
digital
alliance.

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