Welcome to the Lounge

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age of real-time, age of virtual faces,
age of a binary storm's surge spilling
over imagination's flood wall to drown
imperfection in unattainable images of
flawed mortality rebooted into a dream
of perfect self-referential reflection

here is the shadow of a forgotten body
singing i'n a fugue of clicking fingers:
a child, lost in the new meme's parade,
holds the broken toy other people told
him was a life in the digital eternity
where he'd never face lonely's sorrows 
 
all the old has become a table where a 
near future eats the heart of the past

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