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Scrolling it up to the bang

To the zero point

If such a thing ever was

Who shall we blame?

For our tired thumbs

Our fractal indexes

Filed in the vapor

Clouded minds

On the city trails

Looking for faces

Ranking new places

Embodied in numbers

Hunting down fake viewers

We’re a prey for the brains

Of a bodiless grace

Now if this world ain’t sound

We just need to slow it down