Two figures emerge in clouds of fog into a rubber roadway wrapped with giant rings of copper. A neon sign radiates in the distance and notes their arrival to a strange new land. The pulsing light illuminates movement of a steady glow streaming down the path towards them. An invisible river smacks through their bodies and continues it’s movement down the gargantuan cable canal. Other smaller cables dangle off of tall, dark, marble obelisks and a menacing buzz fills the air.
Laughter between the two figures left long ago.
They swam through the poisoned reservoir and choked on the images of shadows cupping their hands to drink the foul liquid. A putrid silence resonates in their steps now as they continue forward at a quickening pace.
Tinfoil daisies twinkle crookedly on the pale horizon.
“Everything’s forgotten here.”
One thinks quietly.
“They edit in what they want now.”
The other agrees in speechless acknowledgement.
Senses become confused as the mind wanders lost in the constant humming of the glow. A unified statement of intent becomes blurred in the stretching of a landscape seemingly moving with the travellers. An enigmatic presence begins to root itself in the psyche and soon the two are walking away from one another. They are in pursuit. A smooth hollow piece of floating space grows in the place between their eyes. Burning. Soon they are so far from each other that they can’t make out which direction the other has gone…
Social Eyes
Let me be your algorithm
I can send you songs
can tell you where
the best food I know of is
and what the weathers like
but only over here
and you can be my algorithm over there
and
We could meet in middle of infinity
zero point
reaching out for one to make a hero’s journey
always follows folly recognize the inner weirdo’s worthy
I’m appearing earning clearest purpose
in no need of reassurance be my algorithm
steer attention back to pearls of near occurrence missed or moments come too soon
or gone away too quick
or somewhere out of time inside the mind or where the heart exists
beating drums be my algorithm
hurry guide my heated thumbs
into a territory worth exploring
I can be your algorithm over here and show you places in my area or stories
type my postal code into your nervous system share a warning that updates are needed
be my screen time
eyes locked
press a passcode
in the keenest time of rewind
take a breath take another
watching memories I never knew I held like keys
and brother do I grow to love and wonder
holy sister do I even know the depth of all the pictures lost to moving moments never stopping to absorb the mixture
actions with the words I’m writing recipes
you can be my algorithm recommend me all my next to be’s
and know my victory
is holding you inside my hands and blessed eat this meal of food for thoughts and open up to all my destiny
be my algorithm