ohheyian

Where am I in a moment
if not everywhere I can be?
stationary,
attached to a screen and a web
fed information and a narrative
I am formless and void
unformed clay being pushed
molded into a form different from the form,
I was told would be my form
a series of crafty actors
influencing me to move in a particular way
to question that move for authenticity
to move forward while looking backward
I was dead before I arrived
will I live after I’ve died?
and who would want to?
instead, part of everything, I spin out into space
stationery,
a postcard to an infinite void
a slow message cascading into carbon