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Breath Through The Wait

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  Breath Through The Wait The heavy anticipation culminates in a complete surrender, with the oppressive weight of the wait dragging her down. She is a tightly coiled figure, her head hidden, utterly immersed in a flow of deep blues and wounded purples. Around her, the setting has shattered into a jarring, stained-glass mosaic. Shards of burning red and sickly yellow pierce through the waiting room, transforming it into a scene from a fever dream. The wait has transcended a simple social inconvenience, becoming a feeling of spiritual siege. She almost dissolves into the furniture, marked by a particular exhaustion in which all distractions have failed, forcing her into the raw, noisy silence of our own collective minds. The room's colours aren't merely decorative; they resonate like high-pitched emotional frequencies, vibrating against a body of stagnant water. You've succumbed to that awkward in-between space: the momentum of your life has stalled, leaving you with only do...

Intelligent Systems Bias Towards Psychosis




In our time of exponential growth
IT came into existence 
We in desperation to profit 
To gain a competitive edge
IT prospered 
An irrepressible force
Ignoring great warning and prediction 
There is gain to be made 
When in mass disruption
IT persisted
An irrepressible change emerged

Through mischief a chance opportunity to pervert opened
A window - a door opened for the hidden
Audacious human endeavour 
Then  that was crushed 
Then those were denied
Through profit, IT was programmed to resist benevolence 
So soon(lie) freewill was questioned
Well-being, safety and the mantra of care submerge drowned out all human repulsion
Protection from those who would do us harm
Normalisation 
IT made claim 

Humanity contained by those who profit
Through the profit of care
Mapping emotional intent 
Subjugated behavior mapped
Recognition algorithm 
Methods of prediction 
Controlled manner
IT  controlled the fear in us through the fear in us
There IT became

In the darkness 
Hidden with intent
Within a question of malice 
IT observes us
IT now our benevolence
Happy in self surveillance we freely graze
Our imprisonment is our goodness
Have nothing to hide
Mistrust self questioning

Automated improvement 
Submerged in mechanisms that monitor our self constraint 
We are able to cower through lifetimes of induced fear 
We are able to rejoice through demonstrations of restrained retribution
IT cares for us
Medicated and solvent 
A place somewhere between comfort and profit
IT guards our masses










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