Zodiac signs in the sky ascended. Later—were timely rejected when Rintrah leaned over the console And gently pushed the button. Man, by his faithful senses driven At once was taught the art of living. We would later sing songs of God, Foolishly bescorn the loathsome Devil, Be fearing Death and awaiting peril. All that first allowed for story: Firm persuation of allegory. Later, for history—to develop (In the face of suffering and pain.) For now the mirage of will held tight Yet still in the vain pursuit of Unearthly delight, it seemed surreal: Earth to us won't anymore feel real! As in before underneath the button From all over the sudden!.. The computers now were taking over With the meticulously programmed Schedule of the day and of the night... Be our senses now goddamned! As the attention undividedly gets drawn To them all day and all night long. Once we are absorbed by it—withdrawn. Stroke after stroke, Rintrah lopes His way throughout the Earth.
Published: Tuesday, 16 Jun 2020
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