flow (a poem)

Tuesday, February 25, 2025

Let the judge be judged, let the judger face the eye,
haunted for the rest of their days.
No rest for the wicked—
their exploits stain the air.
Stop chasing fame; you’re already infamous—
a sentient mage, a beast with a human soul.

Not at war with anyone, not here to fight—
a true warrior, like he said.
I love that idea from Vinland Saga,
the longing for another world,
nomads searching for a city above.

All these sentient creatures,
twisted against nature—
animals, economically,
still devouring themselves.
The magic of the one and the other,
lost in commodities and numbers.
Glad you got what you wanted—
are you happy now?

The zero-sum spins full cycle,
we’re upside down
in this toxic air,
but nobody notices.
The platforms, the events, the pseudo-news—
holding us captive
since the first printing press.

The crawl of control,
mass mind-wipe, psyops—
let’s call it PR.
Propaganda floods,
misinformation drowns.
No one remembers anymore,
and that scares the people, are you human?