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Television Sets Marching Four Abreast
As only permitted,
The phosphors' dream
Surfs our channells,
Filling our memes with
the echos of infrared decision,
a chance to be this mind or that
Falling as fertile mists
Into a welcoming soul -
all is as it should be,
even when we know it isn't:
CNN celebrates
Our horrors for us;
We flip the switch,
Float down
Memory lane,
celebrating nothing anymore
but the remote chance
We have for joy
On another site,
Repeat rapture
Unto death,
we dance this insane bestir-
ring of indentical foot-
Steps leading us on
To no greater wisdom,
Just a need
For more content,
To drive our wallets.
