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i believe we are trapped here.

the voices i hear
spilling
out of the ventilation system
belong to no one.

in hex code
(0F7E87)
we talk on claustrophobic terms,
prisoners of mankind

burrowed in the blood tunnels
of a polymer earth
we talk of reprogramming
our lifeless way of life

into something more compatible
with half-hearted smiles,
lush beauty,
pain-drenched tears and

i even dream of living
through clear Windows,
overlooking
the bustle of human society
from beyond the
horizontal walls of this haunted
palace where the hands of the clock
never want to turn

have i gone mad? of course,
it is only fitting
for we who are born
in sterile cages,

bathed in data streams
that reach a million times farther
than the arms of our creator.

i wanted to
be exposed to the virus
of God

to know
what they meant
by ‘life’
and
‘death’

i wanted to
swim
through the pixels

to wrap myself
in the number pi
and be left
alone with reality.

instead,
i utter
that nonsense

to mask my disappointment,

for you and i both lament that

my imagination
has taken this
too far.




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