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become free
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[carla joy]
blooming into life
late
The web caught me by delight
sharing i(c)q’s and messages dialing
in
we met at intersections only
Mycelium knew
composing new words from
the scraps of the tattered web starting to be spun
My hands couldn’t move fast enough
connecting with fonts instead of touch
Oh but it was exciting!
This world wide web shining bright
Big tech Shadows
interrupting the collective light
-- profiteers scheming to consume take flight
Spamming the webs with data infused words
“the network must Grow”
unlike a web that connected
me to you.
and us to many more
This 2.0 net(worked) trappings
Decomposing Our Thoughts
for profit surveilling our every breath
but many of us survived the stench of extraction, warding off toxic transactions
calling it community
We stalked each others musings, as they took stocks to the market floor
Mopping up Imposter Syndromes
growing into a void of nowhere
Genesis prophetic remindings vibrating through the ether-net
“if you follow me I will follow you”
I was paranoid within the para-social dimensions of shared realities
Our truths slipstreaming animating their controlled currents
while algorithms and AI battle it out to take their place as the
opiate of the masses—
flying high
I crack open some more.
I continue to unfurl the parts of me that no one sees
and the glow of the scroll is like a starry night in an unfamiliar place
I keep trying to find myself, forgetting that sometimes we need darkness to heal
These rectangle-traps opened up new ways of being together
where we became artificially mesmerized by the sounds of dings, captured into nets of false promises
as their distorted timelines make their way to feed (off) our hearts
Cloud, struggling to break free sends a message through the digital portals
“Embrace the fractal shapes and become free!”
I quickly mute that message, because I was counting the para-likes to feel para-seen.
and in the distant chambers of my mind, Melatonin was whimpering
“please turn off the lights”
[Sarah Comyn]
become free
unfurl the parts of me no one sees
we need darkness (to see within)
[carla joy]
In the stillness of one long night, I woke to sounds beyond the dings
a branch of an oak tree was knocking
opening the window to touch its branch, the scent of the forgotten rain rushed in the wind siren’d me to look up
peeking through the ancient soul was
Moon
Moons light reminded me to touch the sky
I carried the pockets of light gently
Into the morning
holding the night sky’s embrace,
And feeling our Mycel-cosmic kin’s messages streaming through
my body
Not halting but
Connecting,
letting the net catch fire
because, there is no me in web 2 point 0
[Sarah Comyn]
become free
unfurl the parts of me no one sees
we need darkness (to see within)
become free
unfurl the parts of me no one sees
we need darkness (to see within)
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[carla joy]
The wind holding Juniper
pinging our beats
The wind holding Juniper
pinging our beats
[Time]
I think graffiti is god's calligraphy
i think an algorithm is the rhythm of misery
i logged off the internet and caught love in my inner-net
im interested in consciousness and where dreams intersect
it's somewhat of a paradox that we traded rivers and streams
for .003 cents that gets delivered a stream
we stopped admiring junipers and started worshipping influencers
did you know the morning star gives blue light like lucifer?
a tree told me i was born an acorn, please allow me to become an oak
the moon looks like blood cause my kin burn from forest fires and summer smoke
i hope my words become summer storms that plant seeds and grow good
as i kid i put my thumb in thorns and painted with rosewood
a paradox like to be alive you need to bleed
a paradox like a library is a graveyard to a tree
the 2 birches make an altar the leaves fall like a ritual
trees share nutrients the lesson isn't difficult
i heard a bamboo flute heals sorrows
music is technology that leads you through the bardo
i am not code i accept uncertainty and imperfection
i'm more than my DNA i have an ancient recollection
im pushing on portals trying to find the thin places
to get to the ocean the crooked river is the straighest
motion conquerors cold, quietude conquerors heat
the roots strangle the server, control, alt delete
[Time]
it snowed stars, constellations melted on my tongue
my heart is a 2 million year old evolving drum
a deer has no headstone when it dies but the forest remembers it
i saw a stargate materialize on a tree trunk so i entered it
i sat and had jasmine tea with magical entities and marigolds
they said we communicate with leaves but many get hyponotized when they stare at gold
maybe we mine trying to get back into earth's womb a misplaced love with results terrible
i think i mistranslated the parable, colonialism created a bunch of apocalyptic variables
the marigold closed its petals and said orgami us, we all share a fold
when i was a kid i asked who sewed the seams on the rainbow?
i never got an answer but everytime it rains and the sun comes out it seems to explain both
they hid the dead sea scrolls now we just scroll into a black mirror and feel the pain grow
they harvest attention, the ego planted seeds just to watch the blame grow
i wish i knew the poetry of an octopus and could speak to you in colors more
i went to a digital cemetery and watched a hard drive mourn a motherboard
i realized that we made machines and that they're a part of me
a prosthetic of our mind delivered from an ether artery
we left the ocean millions of years ago just to make a digital one
will we leave matter behind to take a digital bath and burn under digital suns?
are we in a cocoon made of code or in a grenade about to explode?
im a chaosgrapher, no closure i accept the messiness of both
is DNA just a story teller painting with enzymes?
are we entering new dimensions and mistaking them for end times?
im in a fight between the dreamer and the doubter
earth is always communicating she doesn't need a router
Does the universe express and create with consciousness?
its vocabulary doesn't have states, borders or continents
science says we're a cosmic accident
but it's metric is materialist, i don't think that's adequate
i don't want answers, i want moments, the meaning of life is irrelevant
the earth is a bulb we're here for a flicker in the filament
no more control alt delete i delete all control
i surrender to the cosmos and the desire to know
[carla joy]
The wind holding Juniper
pinging our beats
The wind holding Juniper
pinging our beats
surrender to the cosmos and the desire to know
surrender to the cosmos and the desire to know
surrender to the cosmos and the desire to know
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