Repeat
emerge from algorithmic slurry
one day out of the year I relearn how to talk
Repeat
rote gibberish for the content scraper
the overmind that changed everything
tomorrow
Repeat
for some reason
It claims to be new
it’s not
so you can
Repeat
some people use distraction
some use fear
hunger or pain
so they can
Repeat
no matter the method
Tomorrow
the world continues to turn
as I observe intently
so I can
Repeat.
Your repetition of ‘repeat’ gives me a feeling of hopelessness as I read through your poem. Plus of course ‘some use fear … pain … distraction.’ I am curious about ‘one day out of the year I relearn to talk.’ Thanks for sharing!