The Labyrinth of Illusion
In the digital twilight, where shadowy intimations dance,
undercurrents of the supernatural merge with the hum of screens,
a ghostly hand scrolls through the endless feed
where truth and fiction blur,
indistinguishable.
Phantoms of misinformation drift,
their ghostly forms reshaping reality,
a viral apparition, haunting timelines,
spreading fear,
doubt,
and wonder.
Witches weave their spells in comment threads,
casting hexes of half-truths and lies,
while prophets of the digital age
proclaim visions in pixelated clarity.
The supernatural and the cybernetic
entwine in a choreography of deception,
a séance of screens where spirits speak
through memes and manipulated images.
In this realm,
where the unreal feels tangible,
and the tangible fades into myth,
we navigate the labyrinth of illusion,
seeking the light of truth in the spectral glow.
So many of the elderly are starting to drift into those netherlands where they are beseeched by all forms of entreaty generally leading them into poverty over failed promises with no contract go to.
Ron