it’s an irony

that industries & power cults              claim to generate

surfeits of inexpensive light                       & gluts of low

impact, high output energy—                 while sacrificial

citizens collapse in blackness                     & exhaustion.

 

I struggle against sleep to reap                     the promise.

expense is a lemniscate:                buggerall comes from

buggerall & buggerall’s                   free. from what fairy

dell is matter mined?                    imagine you can’t feel

 

the gash. whatever new                    we consume for fun

demands a hellbending debt                      of subjugation;

depletion & distortion                   of some thing or some

one. but I’ll pretend                   nature’s worn skin is self

 

mending. I’ll buy their EV               & believe the choice

I made was mine. this is earth’s               brave new day!

AI’s romantic birth!               times of punters & funders

miming pseudoeconomics                       & ecosemantics.

 

days of ants more content                          in their mazes,

of parrots more at ease              with steel cages, & sleep

walkers more believing                    of effortless heavens

than a dreadful                                              wakey-wakey.

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