Splintered

Splinters
Splintered
Separate
Solitary
Single
Confined
Alone 

Echo chambers

(of our own making)
Filled with splinters

(an algorithmic atrocity)

 Toothpick and marshmallow statues to our stupidity 

(gullibility)

Comfortingly childish but

Rickety 

Spastic

(and uselessly sweet/indignant/righteous/mad)

The common glue
That once held
Has

All

Dried

Up


Your playlist is so

Different

(from mine)


Will we every sing

The same song

Again