The Hydra System
Copy paste the algorithm
straight into your mushy brain
Rant and rave to others rhythms
cut and taste the rotten strain
As we out ourselves and others
Swatting stars we see online
While we break our broken brothers
Cruel curation kills our kind-
I live in my computer,
My computer lives in me
With a thousand other people
Just adjacent to reality
A dream where meaning lives in cracks
Between the languages I've learned.
The quiet drone, as fans they draft,
My breath to cool the wires' burn
Or burn my breath to warm the wires
And set alight a thousand ears
Plugged into outrage or desires
It feeds on mania and fears
Call Hercules to crush its heads
Orion join to hunt it down
For with our chains we wound its heel
But while we sleep it steals our crown.
