Heart Failure

No one remembers exactly how it happened

We just woke up one day

And the world had become one big digital machine

There were no surprises or mysteries

everything was planned

ready for us on a smart screen

We were content

there was no mystery,

no skipping hearbeats

We fell in love with ourselves instead,

counting instagram hearts.

Any anxiety was quenched by products

We were bargain-hunting zombies

Inhabiting bodies with atrophic hearts

Our evolutionary remnant

from the time when we could feel grief and loss

from the time when we still cried

And this is how one day

we left our half-washed laundry out to dry

And we walked into the inferno

thinking it was a beautiful bright light

Our hearts lit up for a second

Connecting to humanity’s mainline

Before it all short-circuited 

turning spark into smoke, and stardust

George is an author, researcher, podcaster, chemist, molecular biologist and food scientist. You can follow him on Twitter @99blackbaloons , listen to his Spotify podcast George reads George, join his mailing list, or enjoy his books

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