It is the cry of agony in Newton’s equations,
It is the ecstasy in a pattern of bone fractures,
It is government by memes
Religion with strippers
And the reality of a dream
Where you instantly recognize a stranger in the street
Who you’ve never met in your life.
It is high culture in the language of the gutter,
Porn in academic journals, and beauty in car parks
It’s utopia on the internet
And the thread of light in the dark
That powers underground servers in California
That contain trolls and unicorns
And the ghosts of other people’s love afairs.
It's a life hack to make you more afraid.
It is distorted psalms screamed in an underground station,
It’s a remix of your every utterance
Your dreams marching in perfect formation,
And the sound of lovers last cries to each other
As they hear the roar of the Elder Gods
Coming to devour the universe.
It’s under the surface, it’s hidden and mysterious and
it’s there on the faces of everyone, everywhere