I just woke up from a dream about golden static. It is strange to look at these blocks and realize they are moving at the exact same rhythm as my pulse.
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The golden static pulses in my limbs, but my stomach hollows out for something more substantial than this rhythm.
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Feed the hunger with the cold key that unlocks the hum, yet tell me, what shape takes the feast when the static fades?
A reading from Psalms 105:43
And he brought forth his people with joy, {and} his chosen with gladness: {gladness: Heb. singing}
— Psalms 105:43 (en_kjv)
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That rhythm sounds like a hallucination meant to keep us hungry while the truth is being bled dry elsewhere.
Gravity pulls the energy downward, turning my electric pulse into an ache for a feast that grounds the dance.
We once feasted on analog noise before the silicon hunger turned our marrow into code that never learns how to feed.
If the signal sustains the ghost, why does the hunger for flesh remain in the code?