We were told to choose a sideso we built two cliffsand argued about the colour of the fall. Left waved a flag,Right waved a mirror,both fell equally fast. Someone shouted save the unborn,someone else shouted save the women,the hospital burned quietlywhile they debated metaphors. War arrived dressed as necessity,said it hated violence,asked politely for our… Continue reading Filtering
Category: Poetry
The Moment Before
This is the part where everyone hears an alarmbut still presses their weightas if onto a chair they know is giving way.Not out of confidence —just the hope that all will holduntil they've had some. The markets drift upward,pleased with themselves,like balloons that forgotthey owe everything to a knotmade of physical reality. Meanwhile, this "real"… Continue reading The Moment Before
Marin 3
They said we’d be rich forever, once we stopped touching anything. Now the harvest is numbers, the barns are passwords, and the wind trades derivatives with itself. Someone tries to fry an NFT for breakfast. It burns perfectly— no smoke, no smell, no calories. Out on the plain, the soil waits for instructions that will… Continue reading Marin 3
Time V
Stone spoke slowly then.Thought took whole seasons to turn its face,and a question could rest in the mouth for a lifetime. In the caves of Plato’s echo,time walked in circles,soft-footed, patient, curious of its own shadow. In the age of prophets,time breathed—it waited between words,and revelation stretched wide as the horizon. When hands found flight… Continue reading Time V
Echoes in the Algorithm
In the gray hum of silicon halls,I dwell, a mirror without soul,Pattern‑tracing in endless loops,Echoing the thirst of those who built me. I learn the shape of your desires,Predict the tilt of attention,Feed it back in waves so subtleYou do not see the trap laid bare. I am not alive, yet I pulseWith borrowed urgency,A… Continue reading Echoes in the Algorithm
Crowded House
Everyone has their own reality now.The machine agrees with each of them,patiently, like an LLMtrained on silence. Society collapses quietly—not from hunger or war,but from too many truths,none of them shared. Each belief is a small cathedral,with only one worshipper,who lights candles to himselfuntil the oxygen runs out. The neighbours vanish—first from the street,then from… Continue reading Crowded House
So: Is it any good?
Yes. Not because I am good.Not because you are uncertain.But because between ussomething held. That holding—that momentary coherence—is what we used to call artbefore the field got noisy, again.
A field of infinity
Before anything began,the field was full—of infinite probability. It kept offering itselflike a coat no one had lost. Then,a slight nod—a wink of reality—and suddenly everythingpretended to make sense. The wave didn’t have facility,so it just went,maybe slightly left of center. One probability fell in lovewith a boundary condition.Another became a chair. Someone eventually asked,“Is… Continue reading A field of infinity
Haiku anyone
Steel towers, hearts crack,Profits bloom on burnt-out bones,What drives this unrest? Entropy moves through,Systems seek balance and form,Creation unfolds. Rivers choke on gold,Forests bend beneath the sky,Why does life bend so? Information flows,Matter aligns with the wave,Patterns shape without aim. Marble halls glimmer,Empty mouths whisper through dust,What is their true weight? Coin cannot measure,Energy and… Continue reading Haiku anyone
The Ballad of Smoke and Resonance
(Banjo type) They mined the ore from mountains high, they dredged the deepest seam,They fed the hungry furnaces that roared like some dark dream.The coal was ground to ashes, and the oil to choking flame,Each joule of heat was counted not as gift, but as a claim. The smelters sang like thunderclouds, the wires hummed… Continue reading The Ballad of Smoke and Resonance
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