A realization.
I look to the sky and ponder my fixation on a world of plastic clouds.
It is a film that is holding me
together.
A synthetic rise that is holding us and our time.
Collodion stripped across my belly.
Holding back the insides.
The
synthetic rise is holding us and our time.
I am waiting for that moment.
It is a film that holds me together.
We and our
existence are becoming one with a new synthetic lifeform.
It is a wonder we remember how to breathe without a computer telling us to do
so.
We have baited a trap, but the prey is ourselves.
What will we do when it all comes crashing down?
A synthetic rise of
creations that can sure kill.
And you start to think that Matrix s**t is going down.
Isn't it ironic that our own creations will
outlast us?
Synthetic rise, fake salvation a time will come.
It is no longer an opinion, a time will come.
Remember yourself how
to live again.
Will come.
Hey! A realization of my fixation.
