Static is my life now.
No ocean waves nor birds' voices,
only a monotonic, sharp,
and painful static sound or voice
which strikes my heart
when I cry.
...
Is the simulation gone?
Are the bluish clouds gone?
Why is the lightning only static electricity
and why is my mind so empty?
My life so monotonous
that the unexpected burn
of static electricity
from polyester and wool
rubbing together
fails to warn me of anything?
Am I such a fool
that I can't foresee
the consequences of two objects' or beings' electrons
interacting like evanescent waves
or clouds or mist
and fog on the shores
of our invisibly pixelated screen?
About the Creator
ANTICHRIST SUPERSTAR
"A look around us at this moment shows what the regression of bourgeois society into barbarism means. This world war is a regression into barbarism. The triumph of imperialism leads to the annihilation of civilization." (Rosa Luxemburg)
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