Digital silos
My fodder is coarsely chopped
I am like a cow in heaven
The hay carries bright lights and colors
The straw, hallucinations of an ideal future
Delivered to me everywhere I look
Augmented, enhanced
Sound of mice guide me to the spiraling bright and dazing livestock
With their footsteps, c-cl-cli-clic-click
The pasture is vast and electronic
Fiberglass-like surface that I can touch seduce me away
From jarring, scraping, injuring feelings of being alone
Who wants to be outside, beyond graze land
The only thing I can say is “thank you, thank you very much”
Or any other overheard quote I consumed
And if I choose to leave, I lose everything
So with every glimpse I share
And every thought I tweet
Hoping for more, more, more