Cloak life in blue butterflies.
Pursue it like Venus,
wild, sometimes cruel.
Love it to addiction,
built inside screens of light,
a beloved prison
a kaleidoscopic lens
to skirt the real world.
Hovering digital spies parse through social media.
Algorithms search for a marketing niche.
Everything on Facebook is colored with sidebars of cash
proclaiming gods of commerce supreme.
Keep coming back.
Search for goods.
It’s almost Christmastime.
The person who dies with the most toys,
still stops breathing.
Brenda Warren 2013