Caveat emptier: This post was drafted with help from an AI assistant (Perplexity)— but ideated and edited extensively by the human, Bill Acton
God, this screen feels like a night light and a ghost.
It knows my face, but not my heartbeat.
It knows my face, but not my heartbeat.
When the feed gets darker than my room,
protect me from the quiet lies—
the ads that sound like comfort,
the strangers who talk like friends,
the links that open traps instead of pages.
Teach me to move slow online,
to hover before I click,
to breathe before I post,
to notice when my pulse spikes at a notification
and ask why.
Guard my secrets like a locked journal,
not a public playlist.
Let my data stay mine,
my money stay in my account,
my name stay unstolen.
When I feel like a glitch in my own story,
remind me I’m not a product,
not a profile,
not a password to be cracked.
Help me find small, honest lights—
a kind message, a real connection,
a song that doesn’t lie—
and then help me shut it all down,
so I remember how silence sounds
when nothing is watching me back.
wracton@gmail.com
williamacton.legalshieldassociate.com
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