Life On The Small Screen...
All motion ceases as the world comes into focus,
This narrow lens that feeds our minds like a fire hose,
The stream of thought bought from others,
Limited to the goods in someone else's bazaar.
Where is the contemplative silence of our own meditations?
The intricacies of bygone times may be beyond us now,
Lost in the race of electrons and photons hammering our brains with paid programming.
Thus are we encoded.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 11/07/2018