We're anthill people bound by byte and screen.
Breathing bromine, snorting caffeine.
Procrastinate sedated sleeping souls,
with deus ex machina ad obscene.

Through Turing scripts we're playing given roles,
with too profound belief in our consoles.
We're never given reasons to enhance,
preoccupied with matching pegs to holes.

With everyone addicted to advance,
if given, would you hold on to the chance,
that moment between will-be and has-been,
to spit it out, and disconnect, and d a n c e ?

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