Erasure

Sleeping by the glow of the screen
Close your mind and turn on the machine
What does information even mean
When there's too much of it to believe

I am the erasure; it is my reprieve
Chattering fingers like chattering teeth
Systems must end so they don't repeat
Blind leading blind; words obsolete

I am crying aloud so I don't seethe
Something died or was lost at sea
Up or down; we couldn't agree
This is the price of the land of the free