Screens

The screens consume me.

I know better,

But they consume me.

Every day

In every way

They consume me.

Where does the time go?

It vanishes into flat, inky blackness.

Staring into an archonic dreamworld

Filled with 1s and 0s

Little pixels lighting the way

To distraction.

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