[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)

[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