Digital Silos
Digital silos
rose overnight.
You got sorted
for safety.
Before you even knew
you’d been divided—
into categories
too narrow
to hold anything human.
Digital silos,
quiet towers
made of data.
Soft, scrollable walls
that never needed
to be guarded.
You got secured,
archived between lines,
unnamed,
unmissed,
and unfamed—
until one day,
from the tight box
called safety,
secured in the clouds,
you finally raised
your frozen gaze.
©Samia Oldman
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CONTEXT
After the Great Optimization 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 of New Realm.
Beautiful work, inspiring
This reminded me about Isaac Asimov’s Caves of Steel, somehow—and then I re-read the title and realized that I wasn’t too far off 😊