My Devotion made it Holy
A poem about feeling trapped by the algorithm
My voice has only ever been a whisper
A faint flickering on a screen
A quiet echo in the code
The tender cruelty of closeness
Through the confinements of an algorithm,
Of intimacy at the push of a button
The beautiful mess of a life
Safely enframed to fit the clasp of a palm
Just make sure it's HD
Bite-sized, so there's no need to swallow
All soft and sweet stickiness
No edge that leaves substance to chew
All my matter turned content,
My complexity a caption
My every thought a distillate, a 30-second-whim
A ghost it has made me
So a ghost I will be
But not one to its liking
Oh, my mind will spread
My ideas leave marks
a voice from the afterlife corrupting the hardware
My devotion made it holy
My belief kept it sacred
I hope my silence let's it burn
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