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Where has the darkness gone? 

The complete, utter darkness - I cannot find it. 

I cannot find it anymore, not on streets at night

not between trees, not in my room or in yours

not between buildings, not inside cars 

not even in parks and forests.

It is all light, 

fake and bright

yellow, flickering everywhere 

pervading and wounding. 

I walked last night

to find people with no heads anymore.

Instead of their head, there was nothing

but a small white light. 

Of course

the light is nothing spiritual

not a soul, not an angel of some sort.

It is spurious -

it comes from the blank screens

of the blank machines

that take away what’s left of our mushy brains.

Where is it all gone? 

the days of silence 

and passion, raw and conceivable.

Now we construct our lives

our lovers 

our children

behind networks and wires. 

I sense a prelude 

to a dying world from which 

a new, precise, touchless, feelingless and mechanical world rises day after day.

We are not real anymore.

It frightens me terribly

to watch

bionic souls walking unwittingly,

their minds choked by the unbroken quivering of electric lights 

that perceptibly 

devour and devour.