Sirens of the Sea
When the whole entire world is speaking,
who is left listening to
the wind?
When the whole entire world is running,
who might take the time to wonder:
Where it is we’re running
to?
What it is we are running
on?
Who it is we are running
from.
And why?
Who might look up to the sky?
Who is taking vital time
to let it sink.
To settle back
into our skin.
Who is swaying
with the wind?
…
In the age of information,
drowsy streams of stimulation,
glamorous dissociation,
intoxicating…
Swim!
Or will you sink?
Blink.
Before it pulls you
In.
Like the sirens in the sea.
They’re singing songs of meta verse
f o l l o w m e
come with us, oh come dive in.
Into these waves of drunken bliss.
The abyss.
Of algorithmic
artifice.
When the whole entire world’s producing,
who is being?
Who is resting?
Who is dreaming?
Who is sensing?
Who is feeling?
Who can hear
the silence speaking?
Who is seeing.
Who is seeing.
Who is seeing
Through?
Who can see
the truth.
Tell me,
is that you?
Tell me,
Is that you.
