The Tablet House

The borrowed, free-rider thing
More like an ecosystem within
The ecosystem of the brain
Is at it again, remonstrating

With the brain to pay attention
To the tiny, sensual details
Of time just passing, as if
The brain was off regaling itself

With any distractions that were not
Of the borrowed ecosystem's
Devising (admittedly, with perhaps
Some complicity among the minions

Of the neural kingdom), first among
The dark webs meant to sense
Sensation and oversate it. Since
Then, the sun sets. Pay attention!