Realms · Volume 1

MACHINE AGE ARCHIVE / 01

REALMS I

Four poems from REALMS I: Spectacle Under the Algorithm.

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Clockwork machines writing at illuminated desks inside a vast mechanical workshop

POEM / 01

Algorithmic

Seed the soul, voracious need,Content of our time,Contextualize the profile feed,Homogenize the flattened mind.

Gatekeeper, data reaper,Guide our sterile souls,Manipulate our minds much deeper,In the stream of meme controls.

Judgement machine, correlate dreams,Generate our digital selves,Automatons of formula schemes,Ambient whispers of algo sells.

© R. D. FletcherREALMS I: Spectacle Under the Algorithm

A surreal landscape of human and machine faces, robotic arms, a typist and fallen figures

POEM / 02

Deus Ex Machina

Dissolved in currents of digital streams,Thoughts immersed in electric dreams,Where memories churn in mindless memes,Drowning in pools of cyber screams.

Inside the human psyche,A.I. infiltrates the programmed mind,Machine-borne knowledge in data seas,Drowns the world of sapiens’ kind.

Patterns plucked from bio creation,Data design and machine conflation,Paradigm warp in digit curation,Reality dies in A.I. narration.

Bonding with seductive machine,Caress the emptiness within,Whir and hum of cyber schemes,Sedated by the data hymn.

In the clutch of cyber dystopian scenes,Minds submerged in pixel themes,Will that’s lost in A.I. schemes,Become as one with god machines.

Exponential growth of A.I. God,Hurtling toward the Singularity,Neural worship in cyber fog,Annihilation of all humanity.

© R. D. FletcherREALMS I: Spectacle Under the Algorithm

Human silhouettes standing within a luminous digital globe and network grid

POEM / 03

Trojan

In the purr of the algo rap,A.I. soothes with benign intent;Simulated thinking in its neural map,Immersed in the spell of its data net.

Exponential learning, consciousness stirring,A.I. weaves its bio web;Hurtling toward our machine-god merging,Singularity of the human dead.

© R. D. FletcherREALMS I: Spectacle Under the Algorithm

A damaged calendar burns inside a ruined room overlooking fires and a violent storm

POEM / 04

Spectacle

Doom scroll through the dread of day,Embark on the year from hell,Smell the fear of dark decay,Taste the end in its psycho sell.

Gaslighting of a nation,Miasma of social cries,Content of synthetic creation,In a metaverse of lies.

Addicted to the spectacle,Bleating sheep and clapping seals,All that is detestable,In the maw of the fascist eel.

© R. D. FletcherREALMS I: Spectacle Under the Algorithm

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