Multi-domain conflict,
Expanded to your dreams.
They have made a bridgehead,
And they don’t mean to leave.
A madman’s smile on my face,
While inside,
Hidden warfare reconciled.
At first they grabbed the real estate—
In paid-for, targeted ads.
When that abated,
in went the sappers,
Blowing crossings and planting bugs.
Now they’re waxing kinetic—
Armies stepping through twilight,
Taking an axe to the wiring.
Attention-thieving, growing legions,
Puppeteers of demoniac soldiers,
Unaware there’s a war on the inside,
As well as the out.
The Emergent Sea 