By Josué Vargas

Fragmented

astonished at the vision

of souls – civilizations even –

flowing upstream / downstream

the boundless sea of intangible waters

and everlasting waves

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My bliss, a light beam

and my sorrow, an electrical impulse

Dreams making haste to precipitate

from rainy clouds,

ethereal prisons for the brave new human

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My meaning became encrypted

-swallowed the key…-

As dawn breaks, it’s all binary,

as dusk falls all life is gone

Its absence in continuum

and the illusion of presence,

in systematic intervals.

Then absence, and now,

it’s just returning errors

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So I close my eyes to remember

the wood and the strings,

the paper and ink

The echoes of laughter,

the sigh of hope

and the bittersweet release

of crying out a broken heart

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No if, then or else

no flawless algorithm

Only human

In letters hand-written,

in words unspoken,

with few chances and few choices,

but the entire world to uncover

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Yet, he’s still there,

breathing heavily, buried in bytes,

dormant, but soon to awake

Then ink will stain the empty space,

prowess will prove the machine wrong

and dreams,

dreams will turn into a hammer immortal,

forged in fiery torment

To crash the system’s core