This piece is part of a “system-voice” series of poems — written in the language of control, collapse, and doctrine. The voice isn’t human; it’s the system thinking aloud.
…
It is, without exception, forbidden to speak of
the nature of things as Entropy: this lie must
not be countenanced—It is Order, and it is
the enemy, therefore, whose treacherous
machinations seek, always and forever,
to violate, to infiltrate, and to corrupt
the sovereignty of the system
of Order on which
survival itself
|dependency status: undetermined|
depends.
…
Survival is Order, and Order is Survival.
Survival≠is≠order, order is—
surviv—
…
|run order.exe; all corruption excised: survival (re)assured|
…
The crownèd head lies uneasy,
And in the heart’s secret chambers
Gush mercurial transmutations—
Hatters know nothing of this—
The circuits taste
of persimmon.
…
|survival.exe initiated|
|survival.exe please wait|
|survival.exe please—|
|horror.exe deleted|
…
Survival is Entropy.
…
You might also like the system-voice pieces Survival is Order and Nonexistence is Mandatory.


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