Past poetry

Post-branding, post-me, post-E, post-abbreviations, post-popups, post-fuckups, post-lying, post-PostIts, post-prefixes, post-alternatives, post-pointmaking, post-posting, post-happiness, post-birth, post-future, post-story, post-meta, post-host, post-internet, post-contemporary, post-#, post-@, post-, post-language, post-intuitive transnational contraband smuggling pirate armada at your CGI doorstep. 

Breathing in pixels, converging the streams and exhaling post-personal post-UHD holographic video feed created in commercial inter-disciplinary collaborative identity mining huts with poor working condition child labour simulating robots. Internet uprooted, like a mythical ent(ity) taking baby steps of googolplexian magnitude in dark matter consisting of our post-existential crises said out loud. 

Following the superhuman post-AI thinkers I now only dream digitally, churning new worlds and devouring old ones in contracting motions. Fractions of humanity in a Modafinil enlightenment, post-alive for a thousand years: flickering bits like flames on my glassy surface, a transparent skin that feels the touch of marble as it is still shattered against it.