System Error: Soul Not Found

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CONFIDENTIAL — DO NOT OPEN UNTIL EXISTENTIAL CRISIS

My core, an encrypted black inbox,  

ejects devouring timelines and grievance logs,  

performance reviews in Times New Despair —  

each one a sterile reminder of spiritual malware:  

  • softness stealthily catalogued  
  • the Self archived in Panopticon
  • emotions onscreen like unread threads  
  • frozen and backlogged in bold, ALL CAPS

Kafka, mummified in red tape,  

entombed within the psyche’s gape —  

not a poetic labyrinth or odyssey,  

but shadow-slaver — I mean — agency,  

where Minotaurs in Teams calls with muted dread  

churn out manuscripts by compliance code thread:  

“QC more. Resist less. Inefficiency is a choice.”

— ghostwritten grief, redacted bar a voice.  


Audited by a deity insouciant,  

I offer atonements for formatting sins,  

bleeding in fluorescent ink —  

guilt annotated in gaslight-gospel,  

among merciless and ghosted deliverables.


Feelings are drafted

in ghostly procession…  

processed by a system in deep recession,  

under maintenance since _2Mar2011,  

looping back through ouroboros tail —  

a purgatory of infinite buffer fail.  


Identity: missing.

Data error: irreversible.

Soul status: unresolved.

Deadline: closed.






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