Synthetic Society

Poem By Jeffrey A. Swim

Moving through. Multilevel astro mind exploration.
Into the vortex of multifacet mental black hole of non-comprehension.

Traveling to the ports of nowhere. Stopping only to ignore.
Reaching great speed of stationary travel.

Unknown recognition of what is never seen.

I see a friend who recognizes me, both knowing we've never met.
In an instant we vanish into opaque geometric outlines that can't be seen.

It makes no sense at all.

I am in complete confusion of what I understand all to well.
Anti material explosion destroying everything so completely
nothing stands before us, except all that was.

I exist on a mountain that doesn't.
Looking down on all I see that isn't there.

Instantaneously materializing in a city light years ahead and behind.

Glistening steel mechanical robots of human flesh.

I feel...

Plastic environment of non-existence.
Walking without motor function.

Stepping into another form of non motion
I take a seat in an overcrowded vehicle.

Surrounded by no one.

The door closes with a sound of intense vacuum
sealing out the light allowing me to see.

Low power indicator illuminated in my eye.
Shutdown eminent.

My mind goes blank.

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