Out there,
In the thick of breathing woods and fresh droplets
Of vapour and dust and invisible life,
Entire oceans writhing with colours and light,
A millisecond for a million growths
To burst upwards and just as quick to die.

Flick a switch and it all evaporates.
Clinical surfaces and straight lines,
In a kingdom of slick whites,
Scrub out every piece of dirt,
Till it slots in with everything else
You've bought. Dull the emotion,
With endless loops of information,
Sprawling chunks of text
On a black glass surface.

Don't push away the problem,
When your thumb prods and slides
Your whirlpool of information
To fill every gap between every conversation
Because you can't bare to let it slip,
Let the grains of truth begin to tumble
in the back of your mind, the realisation
That you're petrified of spending
A moment alone in the void.
So you look and laugh on your own,
And **** the satisfaction from yourself,
And the coax out the momentary simulation,
Housed in a glass box.