Time Stamped

A relentless wave of moribundity
has crashed upon our conscience
none dare use their reason
when a device is at hand
no longer does eye meet eye
while the somnolent blue light glows
time stamped thought trades like
some devalued currency
fact and logic scatter across the mindscape
like dessicated leaves
the pocket oracle may not be a god
but it leads us to a new frontier
with no horizon