On

 

the verge

of thought

 

perception gets

fraught.

 

It seems

(feels?)

 

intermittently revealing,

 

a phenomenology

of blinking

 

like consciousness itself.

 

 

 

 

 Dystopian Diptych

1.

If all

we are

is information

who is

going to

harvest us?

2.

When the

Apocalypse comes

what will

that climax

feel like?

A storm

of zeros

and ones?