Screens of Power –

Eye eating screens and remote mind control, in the end who really knows anyway, since Baird’s cerebral invasion technique bred and spread.
We know there’s nothing outside giving nothing up anymore, who knows if the writing in the books made sense about it and that anyway.
Before the glory of glass separation, indoor squatting went on for hours, sitting ducks for invention and bastard births then left on convent steps.
The idea came and it liberated sunken heads caught between fantastic words and no sense.
Art went into it, it belonged in there, in that new Globe, so you can’t look away because artists can kill you for attention, and no one can talk to you anymore, anyway.
Bed and love lasts when away from there.

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