The World Beyond the World
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A poem about the modern world and modern technology.

The World Beyond the World

The breathing corpse, buzzing existence

The breathing corpse, buzzing existence of the world beyond the world

The breathing corpse, buzzing existence of the world beyond the world The electronic pulse, heartbeat skip

The breathing corpse, buzzing existence of the world beyond the world The electronic pulse, heartbeat skip The finite knowledge, and the infinite ignorance

They let the old gods mold and rot,

They let the old gods mold and rot, then built the next out of the former's decaying dreams

Like thin silk to veil flesh,

Like thin silk to veil flesh, like fire flickering through the fog,

Like thin silk to veil flesh, like fire flickering through the fog, I bear witness to the shapes and motions

Like thin silk to veil flesh, like fire flickering through the fog, I bear witness to the shapes and motions But the color skews,

Like thin silk to veil flesh, like fire flickering through the fog, I bear witness to the shapes and motions But the color skews, the moment blurs,

the details unravel then intertwine

the details unravel then intertwine with the temporary eternity

I sit where the digits become deities,

I sit where the digits become deities, where numbers take colored flesh,

I sit where the digits become deities, where numbers take colored flesh, transmitting, screen guarded visions, naked facades;

the mountains are figment,

the mountains are figment, the skies sly reveries

the mountains are figment, the skies sly reveries Paint-by-numbers, equation artist,

the mountains are figment, the skies sly reveries Paint-by-numbers, equation artist, formed not created, consumption's lust over logic

My modern mistress, goddess of integers,

My modern mistress, goddess of integers, comes at the mere hint of aroused interest,

My modern mistress, goddess of integers, comes at the mere hint of aroused interest, casts her placid, pacifying blue glow,

My modern mistress, goddess of integers, comes at the mere hint of aroused interest, casts her placid, pacifying blue glow, more sacharine than the lull of moonlight

And sighing a soft warm breath -

And sighing a soft warm breath - hacking my frail humanity -

And sighing a soft warm breath - hacking my frail humanity - reaches out and bleeds into it;

And sighing a soft warm breath - hacking my frail humanity - reaches out and bleeds into it; absorbs and transforms,

And sighing a soft warm breath - hacking my frail humanity - reaches out and bleeds into it; absorbs and transforms, shifts and dissolves

Into the world beyond the world

Into the world beyond the world Then humming gently, its tranquilizing spirit

Into the world beyond the world Then humming gently, its tranquilizing spirit infiltrates and merges with my mind and soul

Till the beat of my pulse is an algorithm

Till the beat of my pulse is an algorithm Till the living, sighing world is merely a square mural on the wall

Till the beat of my pulse is an algorithm Till the living, sighing world is merely a square mural on the wall Familiar foreigner, both so beloved and well forgotten,

Till the beat of my pulse is an algorithm Till the living, sighing world is merely a square mural on the wall Familiar foreigner, both so beloved and well forgotten, I feel compelled to worship it

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