too difficult to utter.
We immerse ourselves in seas of frequencies not understood,
On-line segregation ensues.
Our intentions unknowingly communicated in silence,
subtle images suggesting a desire to disconnect.
Our tongues devolve,
regressing from thought.
Cyclical behaviour has missed a curve.
An emergent trait has seeded,
pollenating the suffocating rag weed of isolation and assimilation.
Headlong to disaster we forge,
in silence we will expire.
A meek pathetic surrender and defeat.
A once raging fire of intellect,
snuffed out, deprived of its own oxygen.
Afraid of its potential.
Afraid to love, afraid to share.