Digital Feed

Always talking, never speaking;

they never know what they are seeking.

Communication is their God

but saying hello to them seems odd.

In tunnels dark they spend their days

with digits wandering in strange ways.

A simple touch their one real need

But rather it’s a digital feed.

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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