Pure Darkness
punctuated by a million pixels,
coalesced into cartoons,
loved ones,
fake newsflashes,
cheap memes.
Let my mind be your farm
as algorithms harvest
my head.
Dance, you parasites:
Consume me!
Grip me in your never-ending glow.
Lose me in the chamber
of my own echo.
Bend my iris saucer-wide,
so I’ll count pixels,
not sheep.
Let me dream all night and
never sleep.