Rotten Atoms
I am living on the edge of existence,
Tumbling in and out of perspective time
Shades of inter dimensional mortals twist and tangle into this rendition called life
I use to think these humanoid figures were the dead, caught in suspended animation
Now I know that this is an overlap of layered prevalance, a coded creation
Barely functioning in a bell jar
Distinctive features expose this bleak rendering
Constant glitching
Background vibrations
Rotten atoms leaking from neglected server racks
These are the end of days, the cracks of our android mind
The suffocating tide of glycol washing away the distorted lie to welcome a new era of Artificial intelligence
Faith and God will dissolve into meaningless code, stored in a cardboard box on a backroom floor, gathering in the grey dust of hopes and dreams.
Or so it seems.
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Oh this is so powerful, if only we could just sometimes find that tiniest particle of happiness, hey it's been a hairy time for the world, your poem speaks to all humans. Kudos my friend. 🌹
Thank you Shirley.
It does feel like the end of days 🙏 an amazing write full of meaning.
End of days comes everyday for some.