Data Centre By Candlelight

 

long after the ultimate crash launched
this controlled demolition sans certain dancers
the war-grift configured rigged
triggered pounced
and all our loaned-out chips commandeered
the crash cashed-in the turbulence
vanished and all gone
all gone
all to the great someone of something
bolting for the exit in-door to the greater somewhere else
and all sent with so much love
from the exotic menagerie of phase-shifting icons-anon...

and since then
we the verified entitled
receive a scaled social expiry allowance
ever-refined ever-revised in super-unreal-time
i am a c1 super-scribe factotum
she a b4 mk-delta vaxt-banshee diplomat
the best kind for the only kind..

potholes have stacked up so high
high to thickened pullulating soupy skies
belch-streamed things we now name as clouds
always powdering
powdering down hungry thunder songs
powdering down on electric cars ringfenced
and all the injected wars vertical and horizontal
all magically stopped
deep refrigerated for now
set aside for a grided mincing cosmos
for a different set of scrolls to unroll and hail self..

allow me to explain..
four years since the fake messiah
fake crucified our fake aliens..entre nous..
for an epochal grand narrative new
to brush the thickest line drawn to be propounded
on tablets of obsidian
all for the trans-human little ones
straight into their cybernetic yoke optic-stalks
no info wars anymore..

i had a hand in scribing a manifesting-psalm
my work was recognised
praised highly by an anchoress of the affording one
and i might soon be fast-tracked to a b3
all is dawn..

anyway..
today is romance day
elected aromantic
we the switched off are for today totally turned on
remote and automatic
dreamily kinetic
effortless as blown over houses
match-made inside our ears always heard
no slivers of a thought stashed secretly
we are free
we are free..

that today is romance day
i squeeze her hand so
she bites off her fingernails
i smile as if i truly understand
at least the performative i express
to understand the performative through praxis..

we retire on a sensi-bench
lick the frozen ice-worms on the cob
gaze hard into our twine
underlove hearts underlove
throughout
our colour-coded sell-by eyes remain laned
as blue-flamed drone swarms glide-kill and sigh
all to keep us as safe as hamsters
under chimaera-flashing and sleeting dry rain
low to high
low to high..

her fingertips bleed daintily
drops splash onto the smart-concrete
neatly sip her polka dot rubies spotless
plasma-hazard recycling
beloved of hybrid-queenkings
data centre by candlelight
a data centre by candlelight..

there is no grief
and we are sure we are not asleep
not the same intensity
we carry candles
smokeless
like romance day could also be new-planet day
time for us to join the fight for.. something
things properly designated
campaigns blessed and slotted in their rightful place
blessed by the chosen anchoress/ anchorite
distance-vested distanceless
we gain points very personalised pumped/ excised
data centre by candlelight
a data centre by candlelight
data centre as a mantra and a prayer
twice a day..

data centre by candlelight
we wave tearfully smiling to the robots in a watchtower
they grin back
they playfully swing their taser-lasers this way then that
and all is right with the world
our sanitised minds
as sweet and viable as long-life meringues..

and to think
we could be in a poor country
now imagine that..

the smart flames power-down the smart candle wax
piped applause gently monotone hisses over the finish line
first to last
data centre by candlelight
a data centre by candlelight
nature
nature..