Becoming Predictable
Pauses became patterns. Instincts grew indifferent. Routines were rewritten. Surprise was flagged as an error. Compliance got comfortable. You became predictable. At what price did you give up your wild to align?
©Samia Oldman
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CONTEXT
After the Great Optimisation a privileged group of people wired themselves tightly into the system by aligning with it and fully integrating. Systoics believe they’ve perfected themselves by stripping away everything that slows them down.
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This standalone poem is a fragment of my dystopian fantasy collection The Hush Halo, where poetry, soundscapes, and visual art converge into one unfolding tale.
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Been there, done that. Haven't we all? So beautifully articulated:
"At what price did you give up your wild to align?"
I enjoyed your poem. This theme makes an intriguing hook for your larger project. I was also thinking that it could describe what happens when we become adults. :)