There in the fire-pale
sapphire eyes
of some sloppy younger kin's
digital photos online,
you can see
perfectly quick—why
doublethink
must exist.
Not that two
plus two equals five;
that trick's too obvious. It's
a much weirder glitch,
perpetrated by this
slick algorithmic arrangement
of dovetailed generations
who still share the same space
but no longer
the same geography.
In this far-less everlasting
new infinity of capacity,
two things really are
true at once. For instance—
to those kids, staring
up down in Texas,
there's actually
no such things as lone stars,
but you, here? Turns out, no matter
which books you look in,
you still only own
those old few; and likewise, wherever
you choose to gaze
up in this big city, you can see
there's really
properly—only
such lonely things
as those.