By mere threads do we meet and not lose sight
Of the ones we might have been fated to
Know in this Golden Age.

In this era people go without.
This is a time where magic is
Sunk under the Net of Social
Disease.

Blame Tesla and his perfect radio.

Everything went in waves before
Waves after. But the ocean got left out.
The waves inside us were drowned out.

Too much static. Almost dogs, now, & deaf to ourselves.
We lose more ground by the day. Instead we tune in
Some non-station that not even radios can hear.

Hoping for tribal wisdom, we pray to media gods
Whose evil celebrity is more soulless than acid rain
Leaving us without real faces, totems hidden inside

Titanic mistakes where we hide it all
We've taught everything to hate, a closet
of goathead stickers and rotting VCR tapes

Don't unlock that door, that's the secret
Where I store my bad ideas, so leave it
Alone.

I warned you twice.