noetic muse

a poem on radiation, renewability, reality, and radical love

Maddy Sloan
Esoteria
3 min readJul 30, 2021

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The wisdom of my chip-concsiouness
is aware that it’s same same, but different
I’ve entered a new-to-my-being dimension —
another ride on the Mary-Go-Round of this sleeve

Laser beams fragmented my helix;
fractionated rays of intellect ricochet —
my carbon is altered
in preparation for a recapitulated reboot of (a)I

My matrix is a sanctuary of scattered sunlight on skin
to program rhythm unity, to code communion, to digitize co-liberation

The opaque transparency of my frequency
ripples as divergence here hear and there their
I can fuxx with the void; can you?

A figment of iridescent perception
seeking combustion
To explode/implode the script —
sacrosanct stero-tactic matter to codify

Fractals etched with fervor sparkle in fever dreams through limbal rings

Am I in your trance, or are you in mine?
Meditate on these optimal optical illusions

I am you are
Think you know me
I think not

What happens if we only play with the glow?

Deciphering the cryptology of me
requires feeling into and through community
The constitution of my holo-deck
awaits your non-ascetic stack
built and earned through your expansion
How much for that stock exchange?

Measure twice, radiate once
Precision fill-me with your holy field
I wear the mask you made for me
I wear the mask I made from you

Feelings once resonated as collective hardware —
codes of conduct, care, repair, amend…
Replaced with facets of facts
Reality played as the directive of those who operate, upgrade, and aggregate software

Iterate, bypass,
shatter into pixels,
force into programs,
allocate lust as meaning
submit co-factors to be automated as a Sisyphean algorithm

How would you write my source-code?
Is this evolution or dissolution?
Are we chemistry or physics?
Have I been detected by your sensors?
Is the flaw in my system you?
Are the glitches in your RSS feed me?
Whose domain are we landing on?
Can I bio-hack you beyond bias?

Compared to what?
According to whom?
I can see your psychedelic halo. Can you see mine?

Knock me off-kilter with your objective
to shrug my atlas
You wish to see me free flying
in lieu of free falling;
we are from different planets

Look up from your subjective control panel

Can your glossy eyes see me soaring in place
as I hold your weight and mine?

Program the gamma-set —
spare adjacent structures.
3–2–1 blast off into subatomic vascular space
I beat their phallic missile-voids with my purposeful pussy-mind

They have flesh lights
I have light in my flesh
Diffraction grating wavelets value ambition
We design qr menus and define malformations

The user experience is fine —
Option+Command+F me
Expansion through exploration
Impress with x-ray(ted) precision

Abundance derived from play and prayer
Particles through space
The most elegant process of human design —
neuronal-archetypes innervate in tone

Stimulate my stapes with surges of desire
Simulate my pleasure, slow-motion mindset
Call me by your name
I’ll be the divergent end of all your days

Loop ventricles through perorate presence
NFT my varying intensity
I love the way you feel about me
Concurrent dose formula: radiate renewal

— noetic muse

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