Online, I’m Filtered

A poem about our phones.

Chris Weber

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Created on Canva by Chris Weber

There are places:
The time hole
The birdcage
The book of faces

What are we looking for
In these spaces?
Ourselves?
In some cases…

We enter races
To follow
Our time replaces
Deep thoughts

Broken
like vases
Tied
In laces

Our heart
Braces…
For silence
Erases

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Chris Weber

Measuring the gravity in collisions of technology and news. I'm diving into the intricate world of media to untangle Earth's most captivating stories.