do you really know
or do you just think
confidently—
while my eyes stumble
on rectangular shapes
glazed over pixels
like rainbow donuts
lost in the high
of an algorithm
junkie
swaying like a
fiend doing
sober tai-chi
someone in the up-above
of the up-above
must be laughing at me
until the water trickles
down their nose
pointing fingers
sign-language
for man has fallen