The Barren Plains: Poetry


We've convinced ourselves 
that we are singular microchips 
without interconnected circuits, 
blazing our own charges
with self-made technological splices

Walking barren plains of life, 
we evolve into summations of information, 
categorized in a neural stew until 
we become mechanical, technicolor snapshots 
enhanced and calibrated, 
photoshopped with distorted grins
amid nodules of interaction

Dancing like human electrons 
forever repelling each other
without realizing we circle
the same nucleus.

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