Get Rid Of The Advertisements


The pattern is designed
so the masses are refined,
each finger on the face of the smartphone,
gliding, pointing, sliding, tapping,
finding new and special ways to discover realms
that exist in virtual space.

The eyes stuck on the screen,
the mind motivated to dream
in places that donít physically exist;
the writing with pen left to defend
in a world where the majority taps and types.

An evolution of another level of communication
more refined and precise,
rich in complexity and driven by technology,
an extreme where the human touch is compromised
and the primitive screams from a cage.


By dissolvedlines

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