Fused. Poem by D.A. Woods

Television will show life, as we die.
Death of the growing spawn in the frequency womb.
The gainers knowledge - a brain full of participation.
Currents fill the wide eyes with flashes of blues and greens,
who here adores the radiation smile?

Time for the speech.

When we put the fuse in our transcendent sockets and fulfill our lives with the visionary lies.

Do we gain our thoughts in neutral?

Do we live the life of 'I've seen it'?

Time for the news.