Extract the reality from the banality
That is every day, every moment.
Let’s take it back to when ideas
Would swarm, spin, reorganize
Like nanobots playing musical chairs
Or epistemological spoons.
Look me in the eye and tell me
That this isn’t a fickle façade.
The whirring white noise is
Unsettling, I’m surrounded by sound
To which my mind attributes no meaning
But my body graces with a smile.
What is continuity, what is change,
What the hell is progress? Growth?
Am I moving forward, sliding backward,
Standing balanced on my pedestal?
Knock me off, please, I want to feel
Real, raw, drained out and rejuvenated.
Please, don’t let the winds take my flesh
And leave what’s left to crawl behind.
The images are a little convoluted by the fact there are so many of them, this may be on purpose, because I like how they're connected with the nerd-tech metaphors.
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