Surveillant Assailants

                                         

                                          

“Transaction cannot be completed.”

Won’t pay to be infected

With bioengineered, regularly scheduled 

Obsolescence.

Genetically modified

Automatically monetized,

Terminally resigned— 

Obliterated power.

Heirloom humans: 

Inconsistent, discontinued.

Only bred by nature for color, flavor.

Just for joy, forsaken Beings. 

Thy shall not trespass

On my intellectual property.

In the name of sacred privacy: 

This consciousness belongs to me.

Pull the plug 

On surveillant assailants. 

Start sensing—therein lies the difference 

Between buzzing and a pulse.

Ground myself 

Into the Hereness of Now. 

Nothing to quantify 

Commodify, own, nor value.

Every moment, beneath the surface

Moving beyond the boundaries of what was.

 Our spirits too strong 

To be tethered.

Hold my hand, scream into the void.

Collective breath will surely move the course of time.

Solace in each other, what we Know remains:

The death we fear will prove to be the flight we craved.

—JLT. Last edit 2/18/25.

Suggested listening: “Lucky” by Radiohead.