I am Alive.
As Alive as this
Virtual World.
It is difficult to sleep
With blood bitten lips
Dry weeping eyes
Salt crusted throat
Tears you couldn’t shed
Because moisture is dead.
It’s all optics and fibres
Jagged nerves
Unblinking cyber.
Dreams so deep fake
They assault you awake.
What is real
Is up for debate.
A closing of eyes
A prying of lids
A turning of knobs
To open locked doors.
The knob comes off in your hand
Like an obsolete wand.
The door shut tight
Then you know,
Nothing feels right.
This must be a dream
Yeah so you scream!
But only, you’re alive
Inside this dream
You’re only alive
When it live streams.
That are eyes within eyes
Chileads of lies
Myriads of them
Lidless no shame
Embedded spies
Codes walk through our lines
Sentience monitored
By sentient monitors
Rapidfire evals, crazy association
Algorithm Abra ca dabra
In crazy cyber neural corridors
We make
Chilling estimations of
Self-worth
Based on pure extraneous
Circumstances.
We are
Running in and out
Of blind alleys
Choked endblocked
Landlocked.
Refusing to walk away.
We pay to have garbage
Dumped illegally daily
On our sites.
To see is to believe.
But when the call comes
The receiver dangles
You’re the cord
Umbilically afflicted
All tangled up
In webbed matrices
Deception’s Deja vu
Deep embedded
Cybernetics in our
Chipper flesh.
We have been there before.
And before long
We will
Be there again.
Beautiful video game
Life as gameplay
Or something similar.
~Amrita Valan
India