Shards of Tomorrow

Verse

RISE THROUGH THE SHARDS, SO MAYBE SOFTLY

screen-glow cuts-flux my late-shift face—

we read//loop each other, glare-glass, half-coffee, nicked

thumb-swipe-yet slits revolt upstream of cursor

badge&pulse&budget hums—single pixel, cracking

at—off the gate the algorithm hires&ghosts my file, shard by shard

1936: a miner coughs coal-al into my inbox

2099: a care-bot hums lullaby-static through the same wound

self-sabotage-a splinters—hope-arc-flame arcs itself, sparks, laughs, bleeds

gel-tank hush—hear it? the slogan drops scalpel-null mid-breath, retro-cuts the tongue

crowd-data claps-flux; echo fractures—will-have-been stammering-yet

the comeback knifes yesterday

unruling class, sign this hemorrhage:

click DECLINE—I still siphon your tomorrow-profit-loop

drone-lens detaches from meaning; I wave, it blushes-a,

footage erases—evidence to glassdust

strike-sirens flare-null, reboot-flux, lullaby-static;

android lipstick-code rewrites our demand into glitch-kiss

if this line blinks-null you’re already sleep-marching-yet—

or scrolling-flux past, blood on the scroll

inhale-pre-post, exhale-al, laugh—shard-tone, smoke-syntax—

step not louder, step stranger, through the cracked-screen edge you’re holding.