Plague of Objects

Disembodied, our consciousness
Explodes and fragments, into streams of sleek illusion
Our ambitions, they intertwine
Across these wires, where imagery and circuitry conceive your dreams
inseparable from mine
One part desire, and one part capital, fuel delusion
For all these pointless things we’ll never need
Glaring facades, fade to mirage, coaxing in culture benign
Hunting for bliss, yet none can exist, where no wit nor wisdom thrives
Soma-sedate, running in place, dimensions compressing with time
Dreaming in code, sleeping awake, spiraling into an endless night
A plague of objects, ephemeral, hallucinations, consensual… invite them in
Feeding online, absent of mind, a chorus of billions thrive
Drifting away, cascade and fade, where desire comes pre-made
Click and delete, end and repeat, no world beyond that door
Troll and evade, lurk and persuade, the worst you’ll find’s an error 404
A plague of objects, ephemeral, hallucinations, consensual…
Invite them in…
Let them build your castles in the air
Through deserts dry hypnotic, the dreams of man will crawl
Parched with thirst and dying, into waiting corporate claws
Youth flows here forever, from fountains spewing terabytes
Why believe in heaven, when all that’s solid melts to air in life?