The digital swamp has supplanted reality
There are no destinations
which can remain
without a web address
There are no people
which can exist in society
without a curated profile
There is no truth
which has not been
advertised and monetized
The truth is given to you
by means that are intermediated
Non-human and non-humane entities
which are neither the sum nor the intentions
of those that it is meant to be compromised
seek things for you to desire
They do not see you as a person
they see you only in their own image
as algorithms to be refined
into more accurate and predictable form
The posts you see from your profile-friends
The media you consume
The products you are shown
The facts you are shown
don't even represent the real,
They are not meant to satiate,
and will not fulfill your desires
They will only appetize you
into wading deeper and deeper
into the digital swamp
Where the lamprey kisses
wait to give you their
blood leeching blessings
They do not love you
But they will kiss you
With the loving kisses of lampreys
Every parasite loves its host
Not every parasite calls itself a host
Check your notifications
to see what makes your blood boil
so the lampreys can get a hot drink
of fixated blood
Watch this video to see the visions
the algorithms predict you will engage with
in the most consuming ways
Notice unknowingly
the abundance of advertising
which your loving lampreys
have included at no extra cost
beyond the blood that they slurp
The lampreys thank you
for your continued complacency
and your oblivious choices
to remain completely immersed
in their social cyber-swamp
They kiss you with unhinged jaws
as you open your hearts and minds
to their blood poisoning siphons
Your increasing dependence,
obliviousness, and predictability
are valued and appreciated
The forests are worth more
as lumber to build alters to oblivion
Humanity is worth more
as consumers to be consumed
The world is lost
The swamp is found
The virtual waits for the real
to bleed its last drop
And we wait for the truths
which will not come from here
looking everywhere that isn't real
Texting profiles which
have a platform, a fiscal agenda,
a code of conduct, a personal veneer,
and a poisoned perception
between the actual mind
and the digital you
And we wade through the swamp
searching for a way out
to be posted like a road map
which the leeches will allow
And we wait for everything
And we wait for anything
And we wait for each other
And we wait for ourselves
As the blood is drained dry
As the hourglass runs still
As the world evaporates
As the lampreys swell like blimps
And the swamp consumes the cloud
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