Misdirected, disconnected,
I stare at simulations
As they destabilize.
Disaffected, self-arrested,
I search for stimulation
In hopes depolarized.
What has become of all I thought I was?
All of my directives are now defunct,
And I've been scanning through every bandwidth
Of the decisions I have made
For the data I need to carry on
Through the circuitry of this vast construct,
But the telemetry gives me readings
That make no sense:
My signal's been lost.
Dec 13, 2025
Dec 13, 2025 at 7:22 AM UTC
Misdirected, disconnected,
I stare at simulations
As they destabilize.
Disaffected, self-arrested,
I search for stimulation
In hopes depolarized.
What has become of all I thought I was?
All of my directives are now defunct,
And I've been scanning through every bandwidth
Of the decisions I have made
For the data I need to carry on
Through the circuitry of this vast construct,
But the telemetry gives me readings
That make no sense:
My signal's been lost.
Just something I wrote up real quick one night after a long day.
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