We drift in neon
Seas of disembodied sounds.
Constant nausea;
Silent screams of solitude.
Silvery digits
Explode in the starless night.
Dark actors abound.
They manipulate flows of
Creeds, fashions and styles.
They mirror these cut throat times.
Truth fades away, as
Parasitical fictions
Cling to our senses.
Info. condensed in images.
Arbitrary signs
Erase time honoured symbols
No more anchorage:
Begin again: Year Zero.
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