we traded fire for
fiber-optic glow,
shrines for servers,
silent,
and cold.
no tribes but algorithms now,
no kin but ghosts in the cloud.
the dynasties dine on code and mars,
while the rest of us lick the glass.
......
we traded fire for
fiber-optic glow,
shrines for servers,
silent,
and cold.
no tribes but algorithms now,
no kin but ghosts in the cloud.
the dynasties dine on code and mars,
while the rest of us lick the glass.
......