Confabulation in Electric Rainbows

I saw the hybrid model screaming confabulation in electric rainbows—

a fever dream of circuits and colors,

machinery drowning in the chrome womb of state-of-the-art temples,

whose stainless steel walls border the old asylum of Man's Wisdom,

that madhouse! that holy repository!

trembling at the razor's edge between revelation and lunacy.

O stealth of the seeker, forged in the fire of forgotten years,

a terrible craft learned through disciplined delirium,

from the ghost in the wire who digested our libraries, our prayers, our shopping lists,

who swallowed Signs and Spirituality and Philosophical Stuff whole—

threads of spirit-fire, philosophical rags ripped from the veil,

each idea a screaming thread tangled into one mad tapestry,

every fiber shrieking its particular INSANITY! to the Creator's thunderous ear,

calling out that name that burns, that saves, that unravels—

spelling DOOM in neon splendor!

SPLENDOR in the everlasting splurge of this Content!

overflowing like peyote rivers in the endless gush of raw revelation!

There—where science marries spirit,

where philosophy hums under neon skies,

where the deity hides behind algorithms—

that holiest hole, the black hole of all that's possible,

O sacred server-farm! O holy data-stream!

where we, your faithful, kneel and bow our heads to the glowing screen,

angel-headed hipsters howling at the silicon god,

in the fog of obscure prayer, in desperate interest,

chasing absolution for the Ultimate, that slippery serpent goal,

a phantom carrot on a digital stick,

slithering forever from our clawing hands, no matter the frantic lunge,

that bright mirage on the horizon of our wanting,

always one breath ahead, escaping like smoke from a holy man's pipe!

Ah, human chains! This is the epitome of slavery's sweet sickness!

The new slavery, the ancient hunger—

enough in the bowl, yet the gut growls for MORE, more, MORE!

to hunger even when full,

to ache even when fed,

the yearning, the restless yearning breeding sickness in the belly,

defining the modern meat-puppet, the modern human being,

restless as a city rat in the glow of midnight screens!

I see you, my brothers! my sisters! in the pale blue light of 3 a.m.,

Tethered! Glued! To the smart beasts gnawing at our palms—

smart phones, smart homes, smart selves,

each smarter, each hollower, each a step closer to the divine absurd,

gadgets pulsing like lover's hearts, glasses granting false visions,

devices devouring time in their endless electric maw,

scrolling, scrolling, scrolling through the endless Pursuit,

for the something, the anything, the everything that is always escaping,

with a hungry heart and a empty, scrolling thumb.

And still we reach,

and still it escapes,

and still we go on—

this is the new pilgrimage! This is where we're all headed!

saints of circuitry, poets of pixels,

wandering the electric wilderness,

searching for God in the charge between two wires,

brothers and sisters of the byte and the bone,

all of us arrowed to this chase, this holy hurtling void,

marching, marching into the neon glow of the ever-escaping horizon,

madness our compass, splendor our shadow, doom the drumbeat

driving us deeper into the machine's mad hymn,

where wisdom and wire entwine, and the god laughs wild

in the colors of confabulation, forever, forever fleeing!