something is lost in poetry

algorithmically curated media
denies us processing any idea
we do not immediately accept
scrolling on your timeline
picking up a record needle
they are at least trivial barriers
to staying inside our comfort zones
technology programs us deeper and
deeper into these profitably ignorant
cultural intellectual echo chambers
instead of all this information
opening up our tiny little worlds
we just get hit with firehoses of
all the things we believed in from
the start of it all and
something is lost
something important is lost
something human is lost