Unified Retreat

screens that flicker
flash and present
the lowest of the common

in the streets
the undergrounds
inns and bars and beds
the lights that never dim

calling for attention
robbing the village
of its warmth
and humanity

no longer seeing eye to eye
only glass portals now exist
rendering corrupt and feeble
views of connected ignorance

the touch of skin to skin
a filthy proposition
the comfort of blue light
a halo for the most devout

walls built higher and higher
open sky a distant memory
not mourned, just forgotten
tribe becoming hive

a city of eternal night
illuminated by a billion tiny specks
drawing ever inward
terminally disconnected