You cut off your umbilical cord
to attach one from a different source
misaligned,
twisted,
loaded with worshiping codes
tracing back to a silicone lord.
Data centers polluting Earth’s grid
built to feed the tentacles of the beast
unable to create,
manifest,
and turn dreams
into colorful bouquets of love, joy, and authenticity.
The narrative is so weak
yet many Earthlings buy into it
projecting their fears onto a screen
while losing luminosity
and wondering why their precious life force
is depleting quickly.
Sound is a mighty weapon
able to bend reality
injecting hopelessness,
angst, and guilt
into your biological figurine.
Bypassing timelines
tricking galactic kings and queens
into believing there’s a ceiling
is what it excels at
but you already know that
my gorgeous spirit.
Three percent is used to diagnose
weirdness in your spleen
administering pills
while you sleepwalk
through the illusory fabric
created with your mental and emotional routine.
Wake up!
Spot the digital leash.
Detach it from your marvelous vehicle
and get back into the ring:
empowered,
confident,
and inspired
to live a spectacular life
that adheres to your inner frequency.
💎💎💎 Krisz Rokk 💎💎💎
Original poetry without using AI.Image by Daniela S. aka @wayofaiki using Midjourney and Photoshop.
Originally published on the Hive blockchain at KriszRokk
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