Do you use the internet or is it using you?
If history
repeats itself,
you may be a willing underling.
Perhaps, you’re already oiling the gears
again, keeping things simple inside,
helping the mystery machines rise,
fate says serve their greasy whims.
And metal hearts reside
in a forest of sublime possibility
as new beasts hide in industry
and the pistons turn again.
New society?
Sink or swim you might think.
Art and science were never allies
more like brothers breathing rust,
spitting out the things
they used to trust.
Imagine chiaroscuro
turned to dusk,
and then a painter,
counting dust.
Gasp for air or gasp in awe,
this choice was never really yours.
As you consume you are consumed
for consummation’s sake.
And on creeps change
like an early furnace glow
growing, taking hold of night,
then on to day. No collision
here and now this is just, too slow,
And if history does repeat itself
this is something we should know.
Do not assume that this,
was always thus.