Digging

The more data I consume, the hungrier I get. And despite feeling full, my appetite’s whet. Processing, peeling, layered bananas. The never-ending story I cannot abandon. And what I now know, I’ll never forget. In a sea of ignorance: a tinge of regret. Is it right to give vision to the willfully blind? Placating their ignorance is surely unkind… My head hurts with decisions overwhelming as these without repose or recompense realized; appeased – when poison stems, knowledge buds, fruition roots, ambition floods.

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