It seems to go on forever,
a mass of life tempting eternity
with words and radiation.
Opinions churning in front of a billion faces
with the persistence of a plastic sea.
Typing like the fangs still have venom
comments invent new fantasies of war,
and in the confusion truth becomes honest
as anecdote becomes signal and data the noise.

This is the world now,
perpetual motion
of waste,
addiction and need,
substance and text.
Take the hit and move on to the next and the next and the next.