Doppelgänger
He is the voracious algorithm
Serving returns to my server all the rhythms
Of my online appetite confessions
My indiscernible even to me transgressions.
He is my inner consumer ghost
Selling me more of me till more is most,
A person I can hardly recognise
Who fills in the outlines undisguised.
I slump
about, eyeball to the screen
As he darts and declares like a raging teen:
Me, a walking eyeball with playing card news,
He, the bolting regurgitator of my views.
My body into other bodies bumps unselectively,
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