Poetic call knocking on doors post pandemic the science so synthetic in a keyless kinetic schemes of a Ponzi the cranberries zombie agenda of a few manipulating armies iPhones and iPads as I tune and I watch in a galaxy of smartphones Androids make us bots perfect storms uniformed, dressed to impress so many sold out it's a sin to invest we walking on eggshells chickens out the coupe when there is no free range cages exterminate the growth of our roots as knowledge becomes art show respect to the painter as the framework of wisdom incites everyone, even strangers tangled up by the towers of reception ironic how the wireless services became the plug of all connections, an empire built behind the screens that we touch as the signals remain strong enough to keep us in its clutch when freedom is not visible and websites become hospitable, the only thing advancing is keeping us at minimum