Aporia

How do the forms of modern media affect Subjectivity? Can Poetry as 'Aporia' recover truth amidst the algorithmic ether? "The medium is the message" - Marshall McLuhan

Where goes the gaze of the dreamless eye?
For but an unwatched moment's dark?
From endless scrolls past stranger lives,
Midst spawning scenes and pixels stark...

In numbered pages, I recite-

Where shall the drowning ear refrain?
To the prayer of a faithful voice?
From fleeting reels and preachings vain,
Midst drunken seas worth nameless noise...

In weighted silence, I remain-

Where drifts to sleep the anxious mind?
By memories of a fellow thought?
'Gainst buffered screens and circling signs,
And the bile of stimuli unsought...

In measured verses, I reply-

As the rage of the undead ode!
As the airy nothing's abode,
As the promise of words untold;
As the sigh of the searching soul.