Is there something
In a diamond
That’s worth its
Weight in gold
Have we succumbed to
Robotic pursuits,
Enslaved to
Soulless algorithms
With no end in sight
Thus, by default,
Failing a
Captcha test
Is it “I’ll have
What she’s having”
To ultimately
Gain nothing
Can expectations
Run any higher
Eyes can only
Roll back so far
How are we
Between the
Noise and
Quiet ecstasy
How are we
In complete
Solitude,
Destitute
Wild nature
Seem to have it
Down pat,
Free yet undeterred
How many times
Can you wipe
A slate clean
Before it wears and tears
Edit, Undo
Turn on, turn off
Handed on a plate
With no guts and glory