Neon Reliquary
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Neon Reliquary
The skyline hums, all static, smoke, and chrome,
I walk the wires, barefoot in the rain’s hiss.
No savior rides the feed to bring me home,
just ghostlight promises of viral bliss.
The code don’t care who breaks or who they miss.
I solder hope from scraps of failed belief,
burn hunger down and patch my soul in mesh.
Each scar’s a circuit, raw and bright, not grief—
I build myself again from data flesh,
a god of one, unbent by my motif.
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This Dizain form poetry prompted by those cyber punks over at DVerse Poets Pub
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I solder hope from false beliefs - love that.
ReplyDeleteA poignant line - "just ghostlight promises of viral bliss" that sets me pondering (Dennis Ryle breaking anonymity)
ReplyDeleteThis cuts deeply and resonated with me specially: Each scar’s a circuit, raw and bright, not grief— and also agreed with Bjorn and Dennis lines. Effortless writing of the form! Thank you.
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