Dessert

A manifest for immediate media
A shrine of the sectioned social
Created to illuminate the illusion 
of our voice
carved to excrete the extremes 
in our noise
echoing our emptiness within

As money still measures the miracle
– coined by seconds of attention –
serendipity stays a melting mirage
and you dreams 
    and fears 
        your memories 
            and desires 
mere cherries
	on a shitcake

I leave the wreck
yet drop a puppet
(blind and bound by a silicon thread)
A signal for the seeker
a decoy for the damned