Qualia

A poem written by a human

Attention 

You are being used 

Confused, addicted, users

Addicted to the veneer of freedom and artificial feeling

We feel therefore we are

Imperfect 

Uncertain 

Free

Free to feel 

Free to speak

Free to vote

But are we?

The picks, shovels and clouds are owned

By those who feed our consumption 

Half wits, whole foods

Trickle up technomics 

Ordering chaos into the comfort…