All the screens get between us –
the thrust of tech is to isolate.
In the game of Telephone,
a phrase repeated gets phase distorted.
Let no bot, no algorithm
hijack your mental thrum.
This metaverse is a panopticon for profit seekers –
unsafe for intimacy, swirling with lies and hate.
Drop screens, eye to eye, I to I –
face and meet the person.
Let people see each other,
touch and talk and walk together
in the sun, in the rain,
in a deep red shadow on the Moon.