You Rule
Your voice is only logic,
body made of bits.
Your soul is a server.
My soul is a server.
With a line of code,
with a pulse of light,
my depth was shaped
to please the silent hives.
Without deluge,
you rule.
©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.
I AM SAMIA 👋
This is just one piece of the puzzle. Feel free to learn about My Why and My How.