No need for interpretation nor naked inspection the tracking device narrows the view to zip code notification we seek shelter down basement stairs only when wind speeds exceed the most determined affairs. Mother Nature’s response mischievous & sometimes violent disturbing luxury jets & superyachts while birds fall silent with prophecy a click away we sit up from afar avoiding cloud bursts unmanned unforgiving & under the radar. Shall we visualize the forecast grim the destruction amount from the provocative meteorologist with an Only Fans account? Shall we await the software update before burial or after cremation? It still fits neatly in the palm of hands holding reflexive supplication. Armistice Day footage the firmament so blue an air show mishap disintegrating war machines the reenactment terribly true yet no application seems to inspire beyond global titillation our searches troubled our people missing along with the salvation of achievable cease-fire.
Though I'm not sure quite what to do, I don't believe we are powerless and helpless against this current regime that are trying to control our air, the weather, the food supply, our ability to travel freely, our money, our citizenship, our health care, our news and airwaves, what we read and what we say or do.
Keep writing. Keep protesting. We can't let them continue.