These networks weave and spread and flow
Yet rip and tear and blow
As strands of Boolean-lightning thread
That friend/unfriend
Within this wider world of webs
Composition is now a compromise
Since likes and shares and favourites
Merge into disembodied herds
Algorithmically amalgamated
And sub-collected into clubs
Of seven degrees of meaningless
Separation
Shattered and stretched
Into a heap of scattered images
Each one less real than the last
Through mathematical manipulation
And predetermined calculation
They form the face of God
In feeds
Yet it all yields like dust to the wind in the vents
Of our perception – the wheezing, the binary beating
Between on and off as the cooling fan kicks in, kicks in
And dies