mediation

when i was young and they sat me down
the name of the game was mediation 
always done by men in suits
wielding cathode rays
bending radio waves
rolling that lithograph into the night

bringing us narratives about love
false narratives for real people
also crackpot terrors and myths
by which it does suck to behave so abjectly
hosting the reproduction of such pernicious virals
wrapped in protein coats of pure comfort
secret pathways open to the public

having no choice but to navigate
this thoughtscape
this virtual ecosystem
this chemical universe
where clouds of stars are as nothing to our notions
where words fly like bees
bearing ideas from one brain to the next endlessly
where none escape this colonization
this mediation
by which i lose my doubts 
the doubt of god not least

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