The Dark Forest: Literature, Philosophy, and Digital Arts
The men of wrath live in a map,
an abstract realm of figures
and numbers; their eyes steeled
and empty, have forgotten earth,
and see only the tattered burnings
of this map’s edges, a horizon of power;
their minds enmeshed in coded tributes
to the gods of commerce bled dry,
and offer miniscule knowledge
of those former climes of natal origin.
These are the straw men canvasing our future,
their fake eyes made of iPod pictures streaming
24 hour feeds of weather, news, and markets;
androids all they seem content without emotion,
gathering information for a client who is lost
among the glut they signal to each other in codes
that only those who know are empowered by;
the death of man came quick, and no one noticed,
when time machines like navigation of the globe
debased them to the point of locations groping;
the modern clown is no fool, he…
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