Soiree Virtualis

Made from sources disconnected
Imprecise processes manufactured
Rebounded in wisdom deflected
Destined to souls already fractured.

Until we know what was contested,
What was proved, known, dissected,
We live, unbound, though unrested,
And we long for a knowledge infected.

We don’t know where we headed,
We don’t know what we wanted,
We might never know what was shreded.

We only know we’ve been taunted,
We’ve been repeatedly dreaded,
To the point everything is now tainted.

Imagem gerada por IA (Gemini)
Publicado originalmente em 18/05/2026