Sucking Cells

Seconds to minutes
Seem too vacant
For our empty minds,
Full upon request.

So many find pause
Staggeringly scary.
Fearful of the thoughts,
Frantic for that box.

With silicone casings replacing cardboard,
What once filled corners of imagination
Withheld not to technologies’ medication.

This poem is about: 
Our world


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