A Failing Filament
A poem on technology, humans, and depression
artificial light is
not as blinding as
the aged may think
swapping souls
now easier than
wondering on the brink
how much breath you’ve taken
since the last manic binge
ticking on the clock
loses all meaning
when blinking animations
quell the sharp suffocation
of your internal collapse
the good
fletcherizing on the past
shoved so deep below
forgotten dreariness replaced with
an enticing temptress
well-versed in distorted validation
the physical presence unnecessary
when falsehood rules
and fantasies once dreamed of
step forward into the sun
leaving the truth
in the hands of the moon
the bad
wants more of you
cloys the fragmented senses that remain
with bittersweet messages of
the earth beneath
the deleted
and unreturned
seem distant until the soft melodies
of the lost
reappear as the demons
that watched you from the corner
of your room
disguises feign reality
for moments
out of one’s control
yet the raw shell of humanity
no matter how hidden
how buried
how crooked
comes to light
like the sparks of electricity
that run our everlasting illusions
Jordan Dodson is a student at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill. She studies Computer and Information Science and loves the intersections of technology, identity, and art.
