Factions
Get gamed on, played, recruited
justified by spooning bias lovingly
fed by unworked hands waving bands
above your noses. We’re all stupid
reacting to text boldened on cybernetic
broadsides. They’re hazy generations
algorithmically processed as intelligence
as if we’re all in on the same secrets
but fortunes are the only ones telling.
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I really enjoyed the sounds and language here, especially the in-rhyme of “unworked hands waving bands”
This a great crunch-up of language!
“Fortunes are the only ones telling” excellent
insane music in here!
so much meaning in such a compact form! Great!
*fortunes are the only ones telling* is such a great line
Love the echoes: hands and bands; justified and broadsides. Was hoping for a mystified in there. And the title factions plays with fractions of what we can know in the poem. Nice.