Dazzled eyes wander
around seeming-complete silence;
phones ‘buzz-buzz’, lighting up.
Incessant communication,
never-ending updates.
A network larger than our imaginations
connected together,
one large cloud at the seams.
Drowned-out thoughts and messages
now delivered so seamlessly.

Dissent on screens, an unfortunate
back-and-forth, creating walls which
Frost would not be fond of.
Bing-bing, buzz-buzz-, boink-boink, bounce-bounce,
new ruckus ricochets
politics, opinions, opposing views.
Walls created by electro-brains,
vigorously typing behind glass,
are not transparent:
each separate cloud of darkness
draping
over isolated shoulders.
Drowned out by the loudness
of a voiceless room, its only sound, ‘tap-tap.’