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It’s the age of digital wonders.

The world cast before our feet

to be reeled in and gutted,

plunging further down the hole

Of personally preferred biases.

All the information ready to be devoured.

Generations scouring the abstract

for solid connections

but the ones and zeroes 

cannot touch a stranger.

The distances conquered 

cannot yield flesh upon flesh communication.

There is no oxytocin connection.

Instead, all the files of pain

are relegated to the spam box.

Humanity is filtered in favor of

cheap proclamations of internet love

and the once wondrous round world

becomes flat again.

The sun revolves around the earth.

Four fingers forget opposable thumbs

and we never evolve to be better 

than we are.