We watched as you sold your flesh for an abstract deity of hollow traces.
How quick you were to forget the need for authenticity.
Empty form replaces reality through fantasy of a public gaze.
Devoid of any content once the curtains raised.
Its complacency that familiarity breeds and we are just as much to blame;
we all sleep and wait for the all abrasive hand of control to surface.
The commodity fetish – an all consuming want for nothing