Matrix-inspired collage-poetry

On a black background, handwritten green matrix text scrolls down, black text on green paper reads a sound rises steadily, the sound is consciousness, so close it has no boundaries, it means buckle up Dorothy, because Kansas is going bye-bye, are you sure you want to hear this? this is your last chance, after this there is no going back, remember that all I am offering is, the truth, the time has come to make a choice, choose to be at your desk on time, feeling completely out of place, sinking into a pit of shit, or choose to, let it all go, free your mind, see how deep the rabbit-hole goes, let me give on piece of advice, be honest, if you could, would you want to? I’m getting ahead of myself, nobody and tell you you’re trans, you just know it, through and through, you’re in control, of your own life remember?

A page of the screenplay for The Matrix is printed with black text on green paper. A black out poem reads we pass, we find ourselves, leaving patterns of permanent shadow, we follow, the only light, the glow of the computer, oh shit.

A page of the screenplay for The Matrix is printed with black text on green paper. A cut out poem reads distantly, he begins to heal, did you…? reach out to touch, pull, stretch, have you ever had a dream, flicker white hot against the fragile wisps of mirror thread, icicles that begin to melt rapidly, dripping like wax down his face. ut oh, it’s going into replication.

An image of a woman in a green dress looking at herself in the mirror on an orange background. Text reads know thyself. Fun? you bet. But you must see for yourself.