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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