For Safety’s Sake
Though trust isn’t mandatory
it’s the only light
your exhausted mind can fathom.
You do what you do,
you choose what you choose,
you’ll end up where you end up.
How could you have foreseen?
In a blackout,
for safety’s sake
you fell out of fear,
out of error
into calm terror.
©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.
ABOUT
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.
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