4th March 2014

Sonnet 104

This Moby doesn't do wrinckles or old

On autofocus it's much kinder eye'd

Than some mirror'd glass (mercury's so cold)

Cute selfies keep me every season's pride,

I am my own constant slideshow who's turned

Her looks from faded to constantly seen.

The gross consumption's leaving Gaia burned,

But what's left of me will always be green.

This micro ice-age handmade by my hand,

This extinction too fast to be perceived :

In my space time continuum I stand

With the immortals -not the old deceived

For fear of whom we choose to stay unbred -

Selflie death masks stop us feeling like dead.