To break on thru
You needed 3 codes
To access your bright, new future....
The white of the long boxes
Lay in the synthetic air
Empty and eager
For the info-rich; the well-connected select.
The GUI you'd souped up; fully primed,
For the hidden space; it was the darkened place
To seek out, download and exec the correct face.

The Oracle's implants you knew

BRAIN UNIVERSE
text by Kenji Siratori
sound by MICROTONNER

DECADENCE LOST

John Jacobs

poets lost in contemplation
businessmen out on vacation
a light in the sky, and in my mind
falling from innocence,
reverse levitation

I feel it pulling, dragging me down
invisible hands between myself and the ground
my world in shambles,
feeling separated
feel I'm falling
I think I might crash
dopamine, serotonin
crash.

can I survive or will I fold?