Shout into the void and your
words will become binary code.
Stay on this screen for a minute
and wait for the picture to load.

It’s a picture of dystopia. 280 characters
give us the power to create or to destroy.
Short, angry blasts are our Orwellian lingua
franca with the virtual hoi polloi.

Threads that were for weaving and sewing
are now for lacing into those who
disagree, and sowing seeds of doubt and
anger to incite a riot behind you.

There is only one mind on this
site, there is only one thought.
It’s about “like” at first sight, and
not about love, like we’re taught.

Do you see it? Is it clear?
We have become our words.
It’s difficult to admit, but we should
leave the tweeting to the birds.