“I have vague memories like impressions on glass plates” - Patti Smith 

 

Our memories embossed

A faint impression on frosted glass, muddled, broken, and stuck back

together with my tape

    Each retelling slightly altered, 

Each retelling of retelling amplified or diminished

Like tape, every rerecording, every glitch creating new memory

Rewritten and facilitated by my fiction

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Retrograde amnesia, a transient memory 

Whose is it to retell, whose authorship is lost?

    document now becomes flimsy

Linear language of linear stories to export my PDF to all the clouds

When Dead,    lamentation laid bare on fragmented form

Expelled from those who will sip from a simulation of pleasure

 

Simulacrum SimulaCum 

 

Drunken pixels free to create new

My woven phallus oh how I will bow

Knitted morsels will submit to your infection

I will interrogate pleasure, I will lick it through screen

 

Embalmed, immortalised in digital realm

Ready to be recoded for our collective death

Crypto lesion on my neural passages

 

My flickering formless entity 

Transcend tomorrow’s today