A Lament for Lost Attention
AI image generated by the Bytesized Studios A Lament for Lost Attention (a Shakespearean lament) O fair maiden, in thy silent hand’s repose, Thou dost explore a world both vast and frail. Thine eyes, like stars that in the darkness glow, Doth wander o’er the glowing, fleeting trail. Thy fingers dance upon the glassy page, As if to summon worlds with gentle touch, Yet oft thy mind, ensnared in silent cage, Finds naught but echoes, empty, cold and such. What art thou seeking in this luminous glow? A truth, a tale, a fleeting dream’s embrace? Or merely comfort in the ceaseless flow Of pixels that thy restless heart doth chase? O, cursed thou art, with thy distracted gaze, For in this hollow glow thy soul doth drown, Lost in a maze of endless, flashing phase, Thy spirit wanes, thy joy begins to drown. But a youth, a blossom in the spring of time, Yet here thou standest, caught in shadows’ snare, Thy mind, a vessel, racing, yet sublime, Is teth...
