This onslaught of input
the constant barrage from the hypertechnical world
makes my eyes itch
my neck lean un-naturally to the side
looking like a cantilevered addition to my body
Unplugged I am incomplete
Floating in a sea of tranquility
yet somehow bereft
Caught in the speed of communication
trapped in access to information
Fingers glued to the keyboard
I am in the mainstream
Perhaps I have been assimilated
or simply dislocated
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