“The last human city, the only place we have left.”
She mourns moon and sun lost
to magnetic coils pulsing soot.
These are not smoke signals.
These are industrial death dances.
In her dreams, she mirrors
a shadow sister in silent footsteps
among waving green grasses.
Roots fester in manufactured wombs,
ghosts in a programme.
She journeys to Machine City,
a Messiah willing to pay the price,
surrenders to the Source.
Freedom, not a possession
but a quality of thought.
[after Daphne Du Maurier, after Marcus Aurelius, after Tank, The Matrix]
(First published by Shoreline of Infinity December 2022)
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