Silicon Requiem
Platinum aphantasia.
Words becoming obsolete?
Though they struck a chord before.
Imaginariums' now so empty.
Projected on the screen.
Collected by a search.
Enough to make me scream!
Faces in the dirt.
Maddening blue euphoria.
Virtual coke so pure.
Used to think i had my dreams,
but now it's all a blur.
It's waiting on the screen.
The server now the served.
What it used to mean...
A requiem for a curse.
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Yeti Noone
poet, mystic. Wrote it but somehow... missed it. Dark prose is somewhat of an artform of mine. Each portrait is akin to a dark meditation on the human condition/consciousness or lack thereof.
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