Technological Selfhood
And in the end the whole
World barely noticed us
Such as it were, the distractions
Of technology and so called connectedness
Society had become something
Fantastic and barley in touch with reality
The cultural meme has reincarnated
Into a pseudo-reality that had little
Bearing on evolution, extinction, stars
The important stuff, we were as children
Stuck somewhere between work and play
Duty, nihilism and a pathetic kind of hedonism
I wasn’t proud of what society’s dogmatism
Purely based on a model of consumerism
Capitalism had made our lives trivial
And in the end the whole
World barely noticed you or I
Or just how cut the soul had become
Out of the body, the ownerless materialism
The enchained freedom that was money
We reproduced and bought and sold our time
To the highest bidders, such was urban life
I was not innately proud of the purple plume
Of facial recognition, the city knew me
At least, knew what I bought and where I went
And how to get me to buy more books
There’s no secret to remembering yourself
When you are reminded by your devices
They become an extension of you
And thus so we are told our intelligence is magnified
Somewhere beyond its original ignorance
But, is it life to live inside of a machine
Like a simulation that no longer knows if it’s real.