. . . melancholic vitriolic virtuoso's dirge in the face of a global warming, burning sun
whose rise and fall to dusk bleeds its rays of a leaking run and nothing really gets done
a plunge into oblivion's din of passage away, far and further more each day
the aseptic splurge of politic's pundits straining to hear to make sense of meaningless rhetoric

the hypnotic glare of societal stares deeper into the lights of colored pixels
hoping desperate to find succor there or balm's relief of everlasting oratory that emanates like the swollen slang of endless song from media's soapbox,
breaks into the fray of ever searching, digging deeper into the electron sparks of android keepers whose circuit break the mind,
whose stoic posture sits perpetual postulates still, 
with magic mother boards ever moving, concocting infinite drifts away, . . . away
self supreme absorbed, 
expansion ever outward higher, ever higher platforms, 
self indulged in thinking, robotic prance of moves with machines as one,
entwined with numbered rhymes 'til collapse in on itself implodes

to the edge of tomorrow's rising, silver web's interface with one accord, 
one world mind for everyone 
follows in the pipered dance, dirge oblivion
the world's wilderness grows bigger while the streets of civilization grow ever smaller
self absorbed to a retreating dot and its own big bang