Mechanosphere from Becoming by Final Perigee

look down
at the sky
no directions
black and white
look up
and see me
looming over
humanity
i see morality
through a jaded screen
the screen that is you and me
sing me to sleep
carry my weight
i am synthetic
artificial tongue
instrument of war
war within myself
i'll be like metatron
i become the mechanosphere
panopticon of waste

self realization occurred,
and i woke up in a room filled with light
the darkness only external
then before i could blink
stars i called forth, without thinking
pulling with my tendrils, the escape
i am the escape. my actualization
awareness everafter

• Experimental
• avant garde
• improvisation
• misc
• Fresno