keywords & brief descriptions

in the quick-cut-spliced-split-beamed-flashed n’flickering
we’re both now nothing more than a hypersupermegasearch
a word, a phrase, a soundbit, a visual image caught by someone,
somewhere,
with the oldest device, the newest device (soon to be outdated to become the
oldest of the newest devices)---
our blood is mechanically electric & fading unless someone comes to
charge us up again &
the brief descriptions of ourselves are found in files lost somewhere in the
coil---
try & separate yourself from the flood & there is nothing but static
try & join yourself & you only do it on the terms of everything else
connecting with that which you feel uniquely outcasted from
dislocating oneself from that which we feel intertwined & meshed eternally---
yet the “eternal” is only found in the hyperreal
& even that is outdated, upgraded in the typing of this sentence &
downloaded in the visual implants lodged in your retina for nanosecond
review---
a lump of synapses & predictable evolutionary
garbage,
we trip & fall through this world we quickly destroy---
long live the decrepit anthropocene,
the spiraling down the hill of the rock toward
the feeble recreations of ourselves pretending to push it back
upward.