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Binary Underworld

I wake minus the memory of sleep,
to molecular existence, drowned

in the light of a billion fireflies.
My crystalline flesh rises, instinctually,

forming a feeble visor against the glare.
Through electron pain, I glimpse outward,

to infinite cityscape under electric-green skies.
Near at hand stand two gates, one of control,

the other of flow. There are beings
pressed around me, with jolting polarity,

sensed more than seen; luminescent cattle,
stampeding and raged. The gates deresonate

as the world turns sideways, tilted we fall.
Digital anatomy rains down on an oxide plain,

as impact brings oblivion; dark and unplugged.