Dissociation from the natural world verges on complete disembodiment, represented in Archontic ploys such as "transhumanism," cloning, virtual reality, and the uploading of human consciousness into cyberspace.~John Lamb Lash
In the morning, I am empty, ready
to create in enmity's face, steady
march of automatons proselytize
derisive promises their coin can buy
proffered. Simply believe and you'll receive.
They cannot imagine, cannot perceive
the program entrained in their brains, shaping
distortions toxic to humans. Aping,
they leer over curvaceous forms, sedate
while poisons infuse their boxes. Slave state
voluntary, they espouse the memes, dream
in lyrics from pop songs. Living beseems
false images on blue projected screens
so they shun the sun, kaleidoscope greens.
I cannot save a soul. I stand here, strong
cleaning Sophia's fractal with my song.
Inspired by: Coin, Over, Curvaceous and Curtail.
Featured image: earthing with a gorgeous seven-week-old baby.
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