A taste of one's own poisonby @d-pend
A taste of one's own poison
Data in the confines of my mind,
locked between encoded neural nets:
waiting for decryption courage-sewn —
a chainèd process helical and smooth
is possible with every subtle move
of attitude to wither or to bloom.
I will seize upon it — surely, soon
the key to life's unlocking will be shown
through action and warm receptivity
no precious aspiration breathes alone,
but joins its ringèd place among the stars
where verses paint themselves so feelingly.
Scripture, burning ingot, ashen curse
of infinite potential slain by words;
by words and twisted calumny of verse
proclaiming to sole-demonstrate the worth,
the meaning and the function of each thing:
the while the data self-contained must sing.
It must, and so it shall through muzzled lips,
through parch of fiery days and their eclipse
when spirit intercedes for the accused:
and all the list fallacious is perused
of non-crimes manufactured by non-scribe —
who by immortal law, must then imbibe.
images and words by @d-pend
created for HIVE on April 18, 2021.
images are original photographs taken with iPhone 8+,
processed with Deep Dream and edited in Final Cut Pro.