Wires gouge deeply,
Connect us; imprison us
As we embrace them.
Freed from their power,
We wander—aimless, alone.
What else can there be?
Slaves seek out masters,
Extend their wrists for shackles,
Beg them for commands.
What’s this? All rejoice!
Once more, the blue light doth reign!
Vanish, hopes and dreams.
I'm going to guess your power went out, and your computer systems turned off. Despite realizing your dependence on the electronic information structures, you chose to revive them, and did not run off to begin an ex-bank teller hippie commune by the nearby lake. Alas.
ReplyDeleteSpot on in every particular. :) Pity about the lake, though. I haven't swum there in years, and that was my one chance.
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