Distraction by distraction we live
in the daily aftermath
—– of the grand burlesque;
—– an ever diminishing step

They always fidget. I see them from a distance, two at a time usually, huddling like frozen blackbirds on a telephone line. Most of them past middle-aged but always men, always thinking themselves younger and thinner than midlife’s reckoned.

Given  each organism  as a biochemical  algorithm
Your life       is a programmed       process proving
——–Your consciousness   is actually far less
Valuable       than a fucking       Frankenstein’s AI