Echoed in the great white
Mental landscape. A plain meant
To remain empty, of life
Of ideas.
A faint snow falls on the
Remnants of values that once
Were. Automatically built environments
Surge from the infertile,
Empty ground.
Forgotten lament of
Defeat. Chants of romantic pasts are
Sung through channels maintained
By artificial intelligence
Hope of a new, brilliant
Future generated and replicated
Throughout mechanically induced
Thought management processes
Mental sun reformatted
A lazy moon bred by
High-tech server services
Colors are brighter but
Devoid of true light
Filled by the void
Perspectives shrank to
One-liner statements
Images reduced to
Black and white screams
Spirit clouted by greed
Data-controlled soul
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