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Artificial Light

Sailing along on edge Convenience, forgotfulness Wayward beliefs once simple A world supposedly, not flat Then, tell me... Why are we falling Bruised eyes, off peering Life, living lies In this thing called internet Where is hope Stretched out In a few ample strokes What are these answers Like, Unlike Are they not, or people Our future screaming But I can't hear it What is it saying Emotionless, eager, finger button beggar Through every window out Leering in petrified desire For a moment just look away... At a stack of books In the corner decorate Almost higher Than a Inch fifty LCD or Plasma From this... Are angry shadow ghosts Childeren fading Become plastic models Lose or, die But hey, It's not you, so it's okay And anyway, it's in the public Forum "Right?" You know “Youtube” Facebook, Twitter minutes to fame Let's just roll ourselves upward Into a corpse of glamour Turn up the music Ever louder Drown out the evil voices Dancing naked risque Sailing off this edge is floating Within the numb Bombarded to swallow it all Red or blue rainbows upon our tongues A bitter world of pill Worshiping the drug Or be bulimic Pretend to have faith Purge at end of day Whisper “I'm sorry” forgiveness Pray, while continue falling Dream comforts night Then, begin a morning Off alarms On Pods,Pads and back To artificial light One last question Do you think from where Steve Jobs is at That he truly cares... About the newest Apple app Or does he laugh Knowing only we can create The world which surrounds us Be it round or be it flat And still it keeps spinning