Electronic Dope

Electronic dope
Is the screen of desire
Flashing sound, pulsing images
all serene in the 30 seconds
It takes a window to load
Repetition in the numbering defeat
Of what no longer can be unkempt
A greenhouse of ever abundance and variety
Dope has all but lost its roots
Medicinal abuse to the central station
Blackout occurring in my silent space.
 

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