Cartoon Utopia
Somehow,
I found myself lost in a familiar landscape—
suddenly it appeared
both alien and heavenly,
white
in the absence of
however death would have felt.
I was somewhere subterranean,
somewhere forgotten forever and recalled
in a cartoon utopia—
it's a landscape of shredded paper
wavering in the wind.
I felt the metonymic slide
of the authentic fake,
conscious decision defenestrated
from the skin that
separates me from the screen—
the diaphanous portal
of algorithmic liberation,
the anacrusis of ataraxia:
soupcon of abeyance
and peace.
inter alia
Somehow,
in the cloud,
in the electronic meditation,
the zazen disbosomed from
this ecosystem of interruption—
my mind fecundated with
otherworldly innocence,
dehiscence through autoamputation…
the staccato immersion
of open, saccading eyes.
I was hunting for time
in the hypertext—rifled, jutted
information pulsing in disjointed,
overlapping bursts, bustling
over each other
poem by Tim Stensloff
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