bytes to brain,
stream a cloud cover
to convey intelligent thought
and combat subconscious combustion.
choose the blue pill
and clear the cache.
All movement falls to manual override,
factory settings restored to screen,
reflected appearance is perfected
but the motherboard sparks unseen
and the password is forgotten.
Control has been passed on.
Avatar is now the host
of the show.
Not everything in the matrix
can be saved
because it’s been loved.
All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly
16th poem for NaPoWriMo
3 thoughts on “THE BLUE PILL”
I’ve never actually seen Matrix or Avatar, but how sad those last lines are.
The merging of humans and machines…it seems headed for a troubling conclusion. (K)
I believe that might be true 🤭