So You Sold Your Soul

The Hush Halo: Systoics - Part One (S103)

So You Sold Your Soul

You signed
with a smile
but forgot
to ask
the total.

With gentle steps
and steady nods
Your price was vague
and never named.

Whispers in your spine
echoed through space,
as intuition turned to haze

You gave up chaos for the calm,
faded self was freed from harm

Through my coreI peek into a void
dark as an echoof your soul.

I betyou would reset
the final deal.

Right?

©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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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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I AM SAMIA 👋
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.

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