The Myth We sleepwalked Into
savvy babies struck by scrolls of data,
cast their doubts on a pleasant fairy land.
unnerved by a predisposed parthenogenesis,
and martyrs bequeathing 72,
they out wait the sun & outwit the moon,
a sliding finger, google eyes immersed
on play – hauntingly broken with bleeps:
indicating flatline –
a proliferative energy rush as frantic faces
ease rigid pins back into the circuit.