Monologues of stimuli
Spun circular logic
In the allosensus of a full risen morning’s mirror
(The inerasable difference/tout autre)
Of thy self exhuming reflection
Pouring through routine bodily motions
As if they were a tiresome chore
That if only the (concept/digital imagery)
Could erase the difference
Then perhaps our eyes would droop no more
Having sunken fully into our skulls
Into our souls’ computer screens
A minimalistic rise
Expansion of the self upon the self
As rather than groping far and wide
Sweet songbird soliloquizing in the cave of efficiency
(On-line) a conversation
Prophetic digital resonance
Though (in-sanity) still difference
The articulation of digital space
Wherein we can sense the hidden layers’ other
In calculated text of pure and emoticons
The informational gesticulation of the intellect
Upon a body of computer language
That we must be sure not to squint in order to see
As the concept of an (axiom/isolated end)
A singularity rationale
Is the purest doubt incarnate
Even in a binary logic
So long as we cannot read the code
So long as we haven’t deciphered the algorithm
Of the machine of other
Staring out the mirror into thy mad memories
The gross product of reality
A congealed melt of naked wax
Porous in the mourning humidity
And draining thy soul to wash thy face
And you love you came to see
How in crepuscular sleep
I’d left my dreams upon the vanity
And how the dreary church bells
Bellow out in vain
Upon the enterprise architecture
Of foregone industry
As though essence remains material
The Catolic soul of the matter
My livelihood is merely a concept
Of which I cling to only desperately
No more is thy career a valued possession
It is rather a digital body
Electric vein
Singing out to all her patrons
In a replication of some historic atmosphere
For a dash of authenticity
As the postmodern is carte blanche
And her conceptual intonations
Left her soul wailing empty
I had a daydream
That my lover of the other nature
Had clear and disappeared before me
Shopping for her vanity
A seed of contextual isolation
And in the years that followed
It was sleeping evermore
’Til one night conception
She came in sleeping life
And shook me woken from the concept insanity
Midwife to the digitized unconscious
To find that she had soundly quite
Evaporated
Thank you for understanding my love
As love is there only
She said she could never be happy
It was all in the machinery of her head
Though I took this to be just a ruse to morality
Perhaps happiness is merely a concept
All in the machinery of your idolatry
In dreams begin responsibilities
Conduct your blooming in the noise and whip of the whirlwind
The chaotic stale air
Of comp controlled (transportation/transformation)
A digital palette of transaction
Why would this empty space
Precipitate the matter?
Why would the concept be less than real?
My head was somewhere else
These many many hours
Lost in her machinery
She had taken me in binary ambiguity
With a lightly covering material
To conceive an allosensual conversation
Then who is she anyway?
Did she (lose/loose) my mind upon the internet?
The digitization of the lifeworld
A conceptual collective (consciousness/unconscious)
Humanity taken out of context in stark repetition
So that we may wash our faces
In the pages of an idealized book
Measuring our sanity
Wild stars aligned
A vicarious purging e-verified
Though all of this is only for the publicity
As in my heart well atrophied
A real swell begs thee come back
Please don’t leave me to burn
Electric in (vanity/sanity)
I am a mere light heart
Beneath a vast too wary surf
And the world is full of cowardice
Misbegotten humility
Tragedy it is a successful pattern of life
At least in binary
Love dear love you are a glitch
Even the codemasters couldn’t read
Cardinal blossom glorious abstract
I’ve sensed the philosopher’s stone
Where the hips arch the back
And in a Catolic prescription
The devil will free thy mind
As the conceptual soul in digital enact
The heart of the matter no more the lack
Than truth in the grass
Like snakes in the brush
And we are all ghosts the latter
Biting the lust
Tango de la soul de la materia de la
Avec toute mon affection
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