Passively Consumed
We sit with quiet diligence
Our hands are full
Also empty
Also twitching

The allure of our commands
New commandments
In our hands no such plans
This daily foray into decay
Sunlight now in the way

Voice, any voice
Heard louder or softer
Sped up, slowed down
Blended into machine
Remove silence
All the options
Removing silence

Take us away
From ourselves
Dress it up as solution
To aimlessness.
What rendition
Of this existence
Do you click on?

Our hands are full
But also empty
And dropping things
Between fingers.
Gravity returns us
To damp Earth.

Tricks we tell ourselves:
We are learning
And entertained
We are happy
And connected

Then tell us:
Why are we still
So thirsty?

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