My virtual country,
my beloved intangible soil
my pixelated princess of legume land
I promise to leave you
invalidated, unproven, uncorroborated

I once grew a poem there. Just for you.
while counting down illuminations
gazing blue light into a new yearn
unthread, unread, dopamined,
unhinged undone

multiplying as spherical Tribbles
impressing 4D amounts going null into 2D
As it hath been sundrie times publikly
pointless deflating to much adoe about nothing
zeroes did ones once what zero does

you dream
of watering your daffodil
in a planned Fata Morgana
of a Gobi dessert
with deserted gerbil acknowledgements

My virtual loved,
you show spots of digital ecocide
befitting the single Shirley Card
of style, hue and meaning less ness monsters

Who said you are not systemic
while keeping a straight face
of epistemological irresponsibility
Who said, nonsensically,
“aye capt’n, I need more milk;
much more milk’ll do d’ trick”?



—animasuri’24


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a trigger

Clifford, W. K. (1876). The Ethics Of Belief. IN: Stephen, L., Pollock, F. (Eds.). (2011) Lectures and Essays (pp. 177–211). chapter, Cambridge: Cambridge University Press. https://lnkd.in/gjM7ewns AND https://lnkd.in/gvcbEW5q AND https://lnkd.in/gu8MeJ2E