2D Rendering
In the fractal moments of time we are created.
In the mute pixels we are fated.
Appearing as human via this non-human thing,
technology brings a weird set of bling.
Who can see inside our thoughts?
See-through facade a lens caught.
Sound waves caress the ear,
voice intonations bring you near.
Music brings a message to convey.
Perhaps what we need to calm the fray?
In our two dimensional pixilation, we are just this ---
I touch the indifferent glass, embodiment I miss.
Where are our feet when the webcam unplugs,
speakers fall silent and black screen mirrors just my mug?
The unknot is complete, our dna sings.
Blood keeps pumping, creating wonderous things.
Code wrestles the rendering equation.
Until then I'm free from such digital invasion.
Wendy Taleo, 2020.
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