Unreachable Calm
As the silence was upgraded you stopped hearing what could not be measured. At first it wasn’t the silence, not the emptiness, just cleaner air, fewer sounds, less need to fill the pause. You stopped humming, sighing, starting sentences. The calm they sold you became unreachable.
©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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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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Rolling and churning in the calm. Feeling the stillness. Then the music and "The calm - they sold you - became unreachable." ...goose bumps and a sharp intake of breath.
This was extraordinary!
Going to check the rest of your content...