flame

I dreamt that the gods picked me out of bed

and shook me violently

they had grown tired of my struggle

and breathed bravery into my lungs

i was not born ready for this

but something has changed

it was desire that made me weak

so I will take those parts you claimed

and build a new fire

a new flame to consume the old

and burn the blame

– Sheila C.

 

 

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rip, infinity

I think it must’ve died around 2001?
A/S/L was the first shovel full of
dirt on its mass grave.
granted, it’s an interesting death to die
and still be present.
aware but paralyzed.
almost omnipresent.
almost subversive.
almost, yes-
but not quite.
and I suppose the screens have
become our lovers
yeah, they hold us
with each like.
we moan
as we revel in the
warmth of
surge of traffic
and embrace of viral spike.
it’s okay!
the stream will keep us conscious,
content
and unmolested.
we’re happy here!
we know happiness here?
forever and ever
perpetually
connected.

– Sheila Sea