Hunched, gravitated to a smartphone screen
Like Narcissus staring, text’s the thing.
It’s where liquid moments self-flatter
By message and reply. The airy matter
Is self-absorption and drags a warning:
Walk the walk . . . and chew gum talking,
But don’t get off an escalator and expect
Phone-in-hand the world to genuflect.
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