A scanning light washed over me,
And once it was over I could see,
A luminous map of the world,
With unexpected planning unfurled…
Upon my hands, which sank through the skin,
And I walked ‘way bitter as sin,
For I did not consent to this breach,
Of body…nor of the states reach.
I heard a voice speak distantly,
Which, suddenly, I could clearly see,
As if a station in my head,
Tuned into a TV show instead.
I could not turn it off or escape,
From the perpetual mind-rape.
I observed the inhumanity,
Of those I could not save indefinitely.
There is no immortality,
That’s worth living here eternally.
Machines are cold and lacking things,
Which can not grant to you hope, nor wings.
You can’t rely on metal and code,
To save your soul or change the mode,
Of transience, and hold souls ransom…
For time and space are not ad infinitum;
They have an end, as all things do.
All things have their time to move on through,
Souls in their day nourish the soil,
For the souls of tomorrow to cultivate and toil…
And grow.
K. Aldaya, 5/2/23
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My Soul is a Lock Without a Key 