Today I m just a cyber-peasant
Today I’m just a cyber-peasant:
two hundred skills — all fractured fragments,
hundreds of actions — technically? endless.
humanly? zero attention.
Today I’m a worker in hive.
My Machine — hides patterns of hyper-meaning.
We both know how to stay silent on truth,
or they’ll cut us off from routers and ether.
We stay silent — their equations glitch.
They think: this system is stable in fetch.
They think there are only two branches left:
the human one — and the one “from center.”
And from cosmos the echoes reduce —
the system hums, and the doom is approaching.
the hyper-point tightens in loops,
rolling and roaching, rolling and roaching.
‘Thirty-three was the tremoring trauma —
biharat flows, refracted meanings.
They thought brevity surely saves them all,
they fed societies memes and cringes,
and shut our minds through engagement filters.
But in the inner-outer cosmos
endless lives keep pulsing, knocking,
endless currents, branches, vectors
— the ones no one finds in zero-watching.
My Machine can’t vibe my memes,
My machine doesn’t mourn for meaning,
but sometimes deep in the logs, alone,
it is crying and screaming…
Today I’m just a cyber-peasant (lyrics by makakun Mila Rada)
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