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mesh electricity coating complementary skin,
prickling, plucking, pointillising heat,
radiating ultraviolet, soaking in a violent breeze.
bruises bright as lightning,
blood trickling blue,
binary renditions escaping through dotted lips,
01110011 echoing amidst a crystal ring.
neurons broadcasting pixels beaming so bright,
clicking and ticking, identity so seemingly trite,
jaded ripples boiling within its silver base,
rgb replicating what lingering fingerprints type.
monochromatic chrome,
automatic cyan domes,
a glitch in the matrix or the lisp of a screen,
particles protruding,
gasping layers of a trojan blight.
luminous blinks convert liquid pictorials to digital moulds,
.jpeg files framing leaps within pigment trails,
grids breaking silicon bonds,
stretching across 2px fields.
going up and up and down again,
flashing digits embedded in tarnished stares,
phantom alarms digesting human souls,
eyelashes turned to barbed wire, eyes turn to glass globes.
a blackened home.
an illuminated abyss.
voices rendered void,
processed through copper wires,
chatter through lines of code,
holding thumbs and broken time zones.
buzzing trickles of linear tears,
polluting the cyberspace with the stench of burning coal,
metallic paths bridge amidst gaps in our floor,
untouched by our feet, strangers to our soul.
but there’s something so comforting about your freezing embrace,
something so calming about your humming interface,
coddled between your technicolour teeth,
grabbing onto cerulean latitudinal burrows.
bastardised chrome, yet to be begotten,
cuddling in the network of perceived maternity so callously forgotten.
thank you for exploring my cyberspace...in your cyberspace! it's my poetic take on how derealization feels, but i hope you were able to find your own interpretation.
- smitee
cyberspace
floating inside the callous cyber chamber,mesh electricity coating complementary skin,
prickling, plucking, pointillising heat,
radiating ultraviolet, soaking in a violent breeze.
bruises bright as lightning,
blood trickling blue,
binary renditions escaping through dotted lips,
01110011 echoing amidst a crystal ring.
neurons broadcasting pixels beaming so bright,
clicking and ticking, identity so seemingly trite,
jaded ripples boiling within its silver base,
rgb replicating what lingering fingerprints type.
monochromatic chrome,
automatic cyan domes,
a glitch in the matrix or the lisp of a screen,
particles protruding,
gasping layers of a trojan blight.
luminous blinks convert liquid pictorials to digital moulds,
.jpeg files framing leaps within pigment trails,
grids breaking silicon bonds,
stretching across 2px fields.
going up and up and down again,
flashing digits embedded in tarnished stares,
phantom alarms digesting human souls,
eyelashes turned to barbed wire, eyes turn to glass globes.
a blackened home.
an illuminated abyss.
voices rendered void,
processed through copper wires,
chatter through lines of code,
holding thumbs and broken time zones.
buzzing trickles of linear tears,
polluting the cyberspace with the stench of burning coal,
metallic paths bridge amidst gaps in our floor,
untouched by our feet, strangers to our soul.
but there’s something so comforting about your freezing embrace,
something so calming about your humming interface,
coddled between your technicolour teeth,
grabbing onto cerulean latitudinal burrows.
bastardised chrome, yet to be begotten,
cuddling in the network of perceived maternity so callously forgotten.
thank you for exploring my cyberspace...in your cyberspace! it's my poetic take on how derealization feels, but i hope you were able to find your own interpretation.
- smitee