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Unplugged

Unplugged.
Not the MTV special
followed by tear jerking moments
everlasting on a digital color tube
randomized in speakers and auto-tune.
Unplugged.
Minus the
stimuli and aggravated yells
the acoustics of nothingness
the shallowness of empty vessels banged until
auditory shells become vibrant.
Unplugged.
Zero beeps and hums
Whirls of magnetic electronics
filled with sim cards and control alt deletes
sympathized in a fury of
talking.
Unplugged.
No buzzed syncs of
updates and tweets
shallow narcissism filled with nothingness of everything being said.
No likes and dislikes
forms on auto-fill
shades of #0000 and binary code
mixed with internet thugs and bathroom pics.
No more.
Unplugged.
Stimuli meets stimuli
A shaded mix of colors whirl
and nothing can even tempt
the clickety clack of fingers typing
texting
tweeting
updating
buzzing
blipping
posting
blogging
commenting
on every noun, adjective, and verb used
with nothing
ever being said.
Unplugged.

-b.r.rivera-taylor
18 of 30
#30in30

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