Illusion is the television’s art.
Ten thousand pixels listen currently
and make their light emissions blink apart
but link themselves like cells apparently:
Befooling brains with signals to our eyes,
enhancing with the audio in sync,
and now we learn that surfacing disguise
can etch and influence the way we think.

But I won’t wreak destruction on the screen
(nor will I vandalize the cars I hate),
for monsters are less scary when they’re seen,
and tools should not be instruments of fate.
If we are worthy, surely we are skilled
enough to regulate the goods we build.

(It’s okay to watch
and it’s okay to drive; just
never let them rule)