the last day of summer and chorus

i sleep in
on the last day of summer
and it’s clear
the things i love, want, need
are the same things
that drive me to despair
listen careful, listen clear
this is techno that we hear

this is the trilogy of four to the floor
ai can tell us
what we already know
for the measly price
of the climate disaster
the technofuture
can bring it round faster

thank you for joining me for the second stanza of part four of the love epochal: technodeterminism. i think that must be the 20th stanza so far. join me here next month and every subsequent month for more poetry, as the love epochal continues.