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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Great post Kerry!
thx Bob ∞
Very interesting, Kerry!