Mobilized Shift Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

More mobilized,
A once regarded bliss.
Quick to lift it.
By steady keystrokes.
Doing this shift.
To claim it blamed,
On swift moving winds of change.
Leaving minds rearranged.
Left deranged.

Changing without it known,
From where such keystrokes...
Come to be shown.
Or who has condoned,
This bliss to disappear and miss.
Awakening those unconscious.
Left consciously aware,
There is more in the air than not.
Loosening tight knots in brains.