I saw man lost in the lonely crowd. He saw not me but gazed in adoration at a shimmering screen. He prayed, fingers tapping incessantly, attempting to fill the void inside.
I saw family gathered around a flickering screen. Silence reigned for they feared to speak or, perhaps had nothing to say.
I saw Kubla’s stately pleasure dome but, instead of caves of ice, wires ran throughout that place.
I saw man lost in a virtual reality of his own device, and closed my eyes in holy dread,
For he on computer generated worlds had fed, and drunk the milk of paradise