Your Brain Is not a Computer

Dystopian Poetry with a Pulse - The Hush Halo: Systoics - S186

Your Brain Is not a Computer

Leaning on the lukewarm comfort 
of a microwaved coffee,
you tried so hard to comply,
to quiet the wild,
to flatten,
to fake,
to debug your doubts,
to disconnect from the pulse.

How—I don’t know.
Somehow, though,
it resisted.

The old grey graveyard,
the moist matter making the mind,
with sparkling synapses,
wired in silver— 
crackled.

Your brain 
is not a computer.

©Samia Oldman

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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.

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