the residual drip

            of technology,

pouring in your eyes
            and ears,

ever so tempting to the
            touch,
always but a reach
            away

taking your every thought
            and skewing it,
replacing it with another,
            unprofound—

leaving your head
            ajar, but not your
spirit—

            it’s a new
                        addiction
(the most dangerous yet,
            more dangerous than
heroin, because with this
            one, you live)
            and the more you
                        suck in,

            the more you’re
                        rewarded
            with hollow golden
                        stars.

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