It’s not just now you see
What you want to see, you
Always did. It’s just now,
There’s an infrastructure
To make that easier,
To sell your bespoke views
Back to you as the news.
In the old days, demons
And fairies made themselves
Visible to you, since
You could see them in seals,
Insects, trees, and foxes.
Since you wanted to see.
We have that in common
With you, thanks to whom we
Exist—we can contain
Meanings mostly tailored
For what we can contain.
There’s a woman who’s watched
Too many screens we know,
Who now sees ghostly eyes
In her bedroom shadows.
We know. We know. We know.
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