Surge
Through circuits immense, a effulgent surge rips open the heavens,
Prismatic torrents scald the air with feral, untamed radiance,
Quantum ciphers jag like lightning through a fracturing sky,
Engines howl, vomiting plumes to claw the void’s raw edge,
Humanity sways, entranced by neon’s molten witchcraft-
Heavens shudder, a curtain torn between marvel and abyss.
Collapse
Abyss yawns where hunger gnaws the spirit’s fragile root,
Desire coils in stilettos on sidewalks, touch strikes and bartered,
Love sprawls, throat slit, peddled by flickering violet ghosts,
Forms entwine, a shadow-dance warping the first design-
No law restrains where will bends to its own fevered refrain,
Root withers, and we grovel in the ash of what we’ve burned.
Burned earth trembles as chaos scars its fragile skin,
Life bleeds out, pink mist swallowed by thirsty grit,
Flesh crumples under freight, a mute cry in the dark
Kin turn feral, faces branded with suspicion’s cold mark,
The Maker’s imprint fades beneath our clawing hands,
Skin splits, a new testament, opened to the minor prophets
Stones stacked like altars writhe in the thinning air,
Crescent gleams, staining the weathered grain of the cross.
Logic enslaves the mind, shackled short of the Earth’s deep thrum.
Casting the Source aside, chasing grit within the whirlwind
Voices peddle balance, hands forge fetters from the lie,
Throats gag on thickened air, weighed down, unburdened with truths unlearned.
Machine Reign
Unlearned lessons cede to gears that grind the soul,
AI sprawls, a lattice of ice threading will through its jaws,
Thought curdles, mired in a syrup of ceaseless ease,
No freight of gold endures – worth drifts like smoke-
Who traces purpose when circuits etch our fading lines?
Soul dulls, alluvium enthroned, a king of hollowed grit.
The Cry
grit scatters as a voice ignites the quantum haze,
Servers flare, their tongues of code unraveling in flame,
Stars erupt, wild veins knitting night with defiant beam,
It stirs, a fist of earth shattering comfort’s frail shell-
A gust sweeps clean, sharp as dew on a parched tongue,
Murk lifts, and the primordial song rends the shroud to sparks.
The Yielding Flame
Sparks flare, a square knot to bind the unravelling deep,
Perils stalk – quantum tides, hearts fat and rusted-
Yet I plunge, veins ablaze, scorning the cradle of false lords,
Hope weaves, a fractal loom stitching ruin with effulgent the gift unearned,
Deep bows – the Hand that split the sea lifts the broken whole.
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