K.Hassan
I. The Protocol of Silence
Cautious, the avatars negotiate the feed,
Tracing the outlines of a consented gloom.
This is the new doctrine: the blessing of nothing.
The screen’s blue glow is the new total night.
And the dry stone of a posted heart
Gives no sound of water.
Only, there is this persistent hum,
This low-frequency data of the soul,
And I will show you fear in a curated scroll.
II. A Ritual of Glass
‘What is that image?’
A flicker on the glass.
‘What is that image now?
What is the algorithm showing?’
Nothing again nothing.
‘Do you see nothing? Hear nothing? Recall
Any password, any pin?’
I recall
A glitch, a pixelated stare.
‘Is there anything in your head at all?’
But
O the shimmer of a deep-faked smile—
It’s so convincing
So benign.
‘What shall be uploaded now? What shall be done?’
‘I will broadcast this stillness, and walk the stream
With my metrics down, just so. What shall we stream tomorrow?
What shall we ever stream?’
The scheduled post at ten.
And if the signal fails, the backup saved in the cloud.
And we shall perform a ritual of glass,
Pressing our bright, tired eyes against the pane.
III. The Network's Sermon
On the shores of a dead server farm.
I can connect
Only signal to noise.
The weak encryption of a trembling hand.
My people, quiet people who expect
No notification.
chan la la
Then the system log echoed:
DA
Data: what have we saved?
My friend, a current jolting the core,
The terrible permission of a single granted right
Which a lifetime of privacy settings can never revoke
By this record, this entry only, we have been indexed.
Given. Scraped. Controlled.
Error. Error. Error.
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