Algorithms
WHEN we cannot wake up
the sound of truth turns
to rags and decay.
when we turn our face away
from our own kind
we find there are no humans.
It's so high; so many words
and images upon the mind -- 24/7.
we're learning to enjoy
techno's algorithms.
sucking life from society.
Hearts.
:: 01.08.2021 ::
Copyright © Ernest Robles | Year Posted 2021
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