Hunt The Edge For What Is Yet Unsought Poem by Keith Shorrocks Johnson

MEDIA MURMUR

The mass is taken up in shoals and swarms
Swept by unseen force or stigmergy,
Trending on subtle cues and false alarms,
Burgeoning with maelstrom energy.

In the void, meme-clouds seed and gather
And movements stall and breakaway to spawn,
In whirls spinning in the online ether,
Motions for prospective good or harm.

Ebbs and turns shape-shift collective mind
Separation lost in perturbation -
From flock to mob - now mawkish, now unkind -
In wheeling, billowing murmuration.

But best to rise alone, apart in thought
To hunt the edge for what is yet unsought.