Broadcasting Idiocy

Mesmerized,
my eyes flick across the screen.

A storm of images
flashing,
violently erupting.

Thoughts quake and tremble
under the pressure of
picture after picture

cascading
down

until all that is left is the shadow of an idea,

a faint imprint of a notion.

Pixels now
the remnants of what was once
a world.

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