Alluring aromas of exotic living
In these high tech, artificial societies.
Garish, flashing signs and symbols intermingle
And proliferate across the globe. They disguise
All the profound emptiness that grows daily in
The vast wastelands of our hearts and souls. They restore
Faith in an arbitrary sense of order; of
Purchase power, yet they will never redeem us.
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