Nothing is real
I'm a soul and I'm a body
I'm stuck in a simulation
There is a glitch in the matrix
There are people I know better
Than the people who I know
I'm a player on one side
On the other, I'm in control
I'm just a soul encaged in bones
And some essentials in between
I'm just a function
f(x): air in f(x): air out
I'm an output of my stimulation
I'm a graphic. I'm a concept.
I'm a combination of zeros and ones
My heart beats on like a timer
My body moves to its own will
My brain steers me with stored data
If (it comes) Then (it leaves)
But wait.
There is so much more to life.
There is poetry, there is earth,
I'm a soul, I'm a heart,
I am my dreams, I am my passions,
I am alive, I am alive, I am alive..
But the function demands me to prove it,
The function wants me to obey
The function will discriminate me
The function says I'm a glitch
I am a machine with blood in my wires
I am a robot with a heart and a brain
I am a subject to something superior
Something that maybe I chose to control me
Something that was once a virus is now my function
Something that was a doubt is now my death
I'm a living robot, a breathing machine,
I am a function, a concept, a graphic,
I am a systematic error
I am Alive (?) Alive (?) Alive (?)
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- Comment from author about the poem: one side is the heavens i created in my mind to escape and the other is my reality| not my usual style, tried something but more surreal this time
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Comments3
Duality that one has to deal with. Well written
What a powerful poem, Sylva. The fusion of biology, programming, and consciousness creates a disturbing world where personhood must continually defend itself against classification. It is philosophical, visceral, and painfully relevant. Exceptional writing, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
I like my computer chips barbeque flavored! 😁. Wonderfully written!
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