information extinction

years ago,
truth be told,
some people did some stuff.

what they invented
got forgotten,
some ended up as fluff.

as too do we,
forget why this device
comes so readily to mind.

it sees too much,
it’s cleverer than us,
unlikely I could fix one.

the surface mounts,
the ground bounced,
we all fell over again.

so this is the end,
information’s last shout,
knees wobble fain.

what comes after this?
instinct wins out?
no thought clouds pout?

devolving humans
the quietest listen
to the quietest mime.