Everyone knows every fact.
All the stories are familiar to
Everyone and trivial knowledge
Of a person is no surprise.
The reels and long streaks
Of scrolling have pounded
Our heads in n out into a
Submission and there's
No space for new music.
Everything looks hopelessly
Familiar. Everything sounds
Familiarly heard.
Where are the age-old
Storyteller? Where's that
One person in the group who
Knew all the dirty jokes?
Do we still have a someone
Who brought all the unfamiliar
Gossip from distant lands?
Did every distinct character
Of a group got dissipated
Into an influencer with
Millions of followers online?
Has the Internet killed it
For us this early?
The distinct stories we were
All supposed to be- slowly
Heading into a singularity.
Soon every tongue is
Gonna be bleached.
Every personality will be
A giant monochrome.
All languages will fade into
The monotone of English,
Our dreams will be coded
By a big corporation and-
We'll have to skip ads to
Have access our crude
Thoughts.