Here we go, it's the latest in
Religious technology: fad by
Elemental algorhythm, music
For a dance generation made of
Power ignorance, thank you
Telephone descendants
We wish you a merry listless
Or perhaps briefly, invigoration
For the wand waves at you,
Harry Potter, young adult
Until you die, age 85 probably
Spurious accusations, perhaps,
But there are realities at play
Some claim
In the meantime
Blast the screen with another feeling
Forget the arc of personal history
And meander into whichever vibe is hot
Roman Ryan 