Scanlines (Echo-Vision)

Reddish green blizzards,
corrosive blinding tape-storms.
Will this vision clear?

People once shouted,
digital everything.
Death to analog!

They destroyed and burned
and despised obsolescence,
but freaks coveted.

All these folks hated,
we cherish and archive still.
One day, they will see.

After tomorrow,
society looks back
to our smiling arms.

We embrace fossils.
Technologically free
from veiled gate-keepers.

Eject from online
and smell the amyl nitrate
burn from a clean head!