Tag: fiction

if each moment devours the next what will humanity be left with

we don’t speak chaos will be the language of the flesh we write with

paper frogs leap into the gaping maw of the sleeping storm

blue elephants waltz on the spine of an unread book

humanity rewired breeding chaos from circuitry

zeroes dissolve into infinity and from dust the matrix is birthed

fugitives running from a future beyond the edge of existence

we drift nameless through clouds of subconscious data

a leaf falls upwards this too in some sense is gravity

winds speak in binary translating the silence to colours