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Perfectly Safe
No gate closed behind me,
no threshold marked by fear or relief.
The space continued—
seamless enough to feel inevitable.
I didn’t dare to stop, to ask the way.
Stepping onto the only path ahead,
I couldn’t choose even if I wanted to.
I didn’t feel trapped—
as if I trusted my only choice.
Nothing I did left a data trail.
My choices fell flat,
never echoing back.
Looking back—
my actions mattered,
they could not be undone.
Mistakes I made shaped my memory.
Commitment carved
my blooming identity
as I was becoming someone.
Looking forward—
all predictions reset firmly.
They could not be undone.
In un-avoidable future
I am freed from guilt,
and I bet,
freed from regret.
I am now freed from gravity,
and almost imperceptibly,
I was freed from responsibility, too.
In upcoming paradise
with no exits
and no consequence,
I am secured
from becoming irreversible,
from even ever having been.
I am made
perfectly safe.
©2026 Samia Oldman
CONTEXT
You are reading dystopian fantasy poetry collection the Hush Halo. 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. Learn more about Realm or start from Square One.
Dystopian poetry by Sam Oldman. Soundscapes and images are created with AI.
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