Artificial Types

Artificial types
With headphones instead of ears:
Solipsistic and
Apathetic, they seem to go
Around in circles
That are ever decreasing.
These vast, virtual worlds,
We currently inhabit
Are signifiers
Of profound absence it seems.
Amidst these wastelands,
Isolation is screaming.
Fragments of speech are
Scattered by poisonous winds.
Everything human
Is rapidly dissolving.
Where are we heading
Now that nothing is sacred?
Artificial types
Are immune to communion.
They may short-circuit
Because they are badly wired.
This descent into
Madness is not yet complete.
Darker forces are now
Rearing their ugly heads, as
Vital light fades, on
Surreal, pale blue horizons.