in Thoughts


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.

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