Ink Wall to Wall

It’s perfectly clear right now, says the app.
You don’t need to step outside, says the app,
If you want to know that. Check from your bed
With the drapes drawn. You have another app
To check which stars are up right now. Comfort,
Comfort in the lap of mind will hold you
So long as the ants can coordinate
Without too much fighting amongst soldiers
And saboteur stragglers. So long as apps
Don’t fight themselves. If, then, it all goes black.