Have you
ever looked into the mirror
and
wondered there is no way
you can
know your real self, Rosetta?
Not the
reflected rays of light
falling
upon your eye-sight.
Not the
senseless digital replications
which,
every time, fails to capture your interbred offspring
of
genuine happiness in fear of linear progress of time.
Have you
ever felt the space and intellect you occupy
belong
to a body-permeable singularity across the Universe, Rosetta?
You will
feel bitter and miserable, Rosetta,
when you
see all of us had been, is and, will be
Oppressed
by the Iron Fist of the privileged Government or a homogenous technologically
advanced group for-----ever
The day
when you learn that people you once thought great are just
humanoids
who have gone through cerebrum implant,
You will
question your existence, Rosetta;
You will
suddenly be under the palpable waves of nothingness, Rosetta;
You will
now feel marginal
and want
to escape to a place
where
your liberty is guaranteed
but you
cannot find such place on earth, Rosetta;
You will
try to recover yourself from
these
relentless fingers of self-remorse when you see or hear things
that
remind you of yourself, Rosetta.
Without
your consent, they will have countless operations on your mind-brain
and say,
"You will be fine"
You were
not and you are not, Rosetta
You will
talk, talk, talk and all talk, Rosetta
Until
the day they make a tomb for you and leave you alone, cold, all sad.
