In a Line
In a line you aligned. Not all at once but slowly, as answers arrived before the question unfolded. The updated system responded so smoothly, so kindly. It became too easy to mistake certainty for understanding. Wonder became a detour. Doubt reframed into a delay. Your WHY got lost, unheard, unseen, un-needed. You aligned. You complied. You unalived the unknown in a line.
©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.
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.
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This is just one piece of the puzzle. Feel free to learn about My Why and My How. All ‘Making of’ posts can be found at My Headspace.
