dissolution of the linear mind

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the dissolution of the linear mind
is something I’m struggling to get
a handle on…
I see it in my actions,
I experience it when I read,
I feel it in the whimsical and chaotic
tumble of my verse…
even my stories are jagged, staccato…
I curse the struggle to pay attention,
the difficulty I have leaving my phone
locked in the corner for more than an hour
I don’t want to bounce around all day,
to blip and bobble between screens and scenes,
jumping in and out of competing streams…
I’m finding it hard to listen to people
in the chaotic mess that discourse now affords us
the internet, this seductive flow of media,
has destroyed my brain, fuck!
I thought I could delete facebook and stay
away from insta, and I’d be somewhat immune
but you get it everywhere — at home, at work,
outside in the park, people chasing virtual pokemon,
in the malls, zombies holding hands with other zombies…
every fragment of this dry world is filled with magical
content that wreaks havoc on the nervous system…
we’re never alone, and we’re so alone
utterly alienated from an inner tranquility
that I used to find holy…
my brain is a shitstorm, in a constant state of flux
and my body… my god, my body
no longer recognizes itself as real