Noticed,
Artists glitter parade for likes
reality show of followers
gobbling on gossips and intrigue
is struck by emptiness,
as hands are opened.
When the dystopian show ends,
are costumes shed
and in departures backstage is
an empty hand was all
we needed to fill ours.
( The audiences media swarms
with their emotions
grazed into fields where flowers
do not grow for long
is art then stomped. )
There's an empty wall of fuck it
to stare into instead
as entertainment flows into
the reality it creates
"It was only a show"
As dreams and stars shatter,
as yesterdays was
and tomorrow may not be :
Did we both disappear
as a voice whispered.
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