Frontiers

Immersed in cyber content,Hooked on simulation,Splintered soul in A.I.’s advent,The scroll of abdication.

Connection death in digital hell,Synthetic self in feedback loops,Performance lies in avatar sell,Seduction of the outrage groups.

Algorithmic reality,Warping of the inner rhyme,Hyper-mediated insanity,App the dopamine line.

Manipulated by the A.I. bot,Colonize the fractured identity,Injecting choice and tortured thoughts,In engagement with obscenity.

Outsourced to the cyber machine,Where the medium becomes the mind,The human mechanism no longer dreams,Only grist for the A.I. grind.

Time is splattered,In the hell that is unleashed,Exploding screams, death god gleams,In the atrocities of the beast.

Time is battered,In the carnage of delusion,Calculation, decimation,As they drink the abomination.

Time is shattered,In endless bloody splinters,Scorched land, the mourning damned,In tears that forever linger.

As I left the reality of this world,From one dimension to another,A consciousness that spun and whirled,And led to dreams discovered.

For dreams are films of vision’s sleep,Unconscious scripts of other worlds,Auteur of mind and dimension’s leap,Into the breach of time unfurled.

For dreams process forgotten memories,A stream of tales and melodies,Where other worlds reveal identities,A future cast in sensibilities.

For dreams predict future events,A river of reverse memory,Transcends our now and conscious sense,Shaping time in magic story.

For dreams are a triumph over consciousness,A quest into the heart of seeing,Where the journey to the provenance,Is to grasp the meaning fleeting.

In dreams of furtive future,On the edge of present past,Fall through timeline’s aperture,To this destiny I’ve come at last.

She is a mesmerizing mess,A complement to my wandering distress,An incantation to our mutual caress,An exhilarating paean to our joyful excess.

She is the best of bad news,I am smitten and bemused,In her allure I am infused,With the elixir of her gaze andCast of her hues.

She is the test of bad news,For I have nothing to lose,In the magic of her aura,And tantalizing clues,I fall in the spell of all she imbues.

She is the rest of bad news,My tempestuous siren and mystical muse,In the delirium of her essence I pay my dues,To this goddess of night andDarkness I choose.