The West is filled of individuals,
who suffer from herd mentality.
Narrowed and walled societies,
sated with materialistic banality.
A blind technological optimism,
that pride filled sense of control,
is a naive and evanescent feeling,
unable to understand the whole.
Digital reputation over character,
documentation over experience.
The strident veil of culture thins,
as existence remains a tarriance.
We live in castles of sand,
upon a shifting land.
All unplanned.
Astrand.
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This poem is written in the Concrete style, but I’ve added a weak base for emphasis. Published here on September 24, 2021.

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