“Unveiling the Secrets: What a Single Week Reveals About the Entire History of Humanity”

In a world where the line between life and death often blurs, it’s intriguing to ponder: what truly happens to our souls when we shuffle off this mortal coil? The opening lines of the poem draw us into this enigmatic territory, suggesting that the dead share uncanny similarities with the living—paranoia, madness, and an insatiable need for connection, all trapped within the digital hive of modern life. As the poem unfolds, it evokes striking images of relentless surveillance and inescapable chains, depicting an afterlife that feels more confining than liberating. Can we maintain bonds with the departed, or do they vanish like whispers in the wind? Reflecting on a week filled with neural overload and frustration brings a sense of shared humanity to the existential dread. It raises the question: amidst the chaos, how do we make sense of our existence? Dive into this thought-provoking exploration of life, death, and the chaos in between. LEARN MORE.

The dead are like those alive:
Paranoid, mad, and clicking with nobody.
Newborn souls buzzing around, trapped in a honey money
modern mayhem medieval ancient digital world hive.

There’s no escape.
Tracker dogs sniffing them out and tracking them down.
Ropes or chains or rat face torture cages or red tape
and surveillance squads unearthing corpses still breathing underground.

How is it in the afterlife?
Can you still keep in touch?
Back and beyond, betrayals and ambitions as cutting as a quality steel knife?
Does it matter that much?

Not knowing where to start while looking forward to the end,
this week has been one long headache and Friday topped it with a computerised migraine.
Nothing works and I broke it anyway cos I lost my temper with cables and connections that tied me up in knots round the bend.
Would take my guitar to the mountains
but I can’t play, and I can’t climb
but worldly fakes can feign.
What’s your poison? Same again?