I see my generation
in need of identification.
We are pioneers
directionless,
and without destination.
Our world is a snow-globe:
Unnaturally compact.
We look in, are cozily detached.
Our frontier is mental.
We take our love inside,
where we take our meds.
There's an App for this,
there's a pill for that.
I am too new
to feel so old.
I want to know a world
without excess.
Diagnosis: Blindness,
our eyes trained to screens
instead of to each other,
our faces illuminated
by laptops
instead of by
the brilliance of compassion.
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