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Ghost Hieroglyphs

1Ref# :: Gibson, William:: Neuromancer, Ch. 23. The AI entity Neuromancer takes form of small boy,
attempts to trap protagonist on hyper-realistic cyber beach populated solely by a digital construct
of formerly deceased girlfriend Linda Lee for all of infinity. In the distance: a city, unreachable.





"Nothing. Gray void.
No matrix. No grid1."

And here, now, on the other side
of some recombinant threshold,
an expanse almost entirely violet.

"On the far rim of consciousness,
a scurrying, a fleeting impression
of something rushing towards [him]
across leagues of black mirror1."

Not as much a letting go
as a disembodiment. The
Burning Bush. The fever
dreaming of each pulsating
neuron.

"The sky was a different silver.
In Night City, [he] had it all
in the palm of [his] hand1."




On the beach: the strange boy Neuromancer.
And, as if by florescence, "she" is there.

[The "she" made river by the way she hides things
through depth and constant motion.]





This beach,
strange young boy Neuromancer,
is my sweet pariah.


"It was a vast thing, beyond knowing,
a sea of information coded in spiral
and pheromone, infinite intricacy that
only the blinded body could ever read1."

Nostalgia event horizon straight out
of MetroHolografix. Ghostmathsex.
Astronaut food cyber-rations wash
up like Zelda hearts.



"[His] vision crawled with ghost hieroglyphs.
Translucent lines of symbols arranging
themselves against the neutral backdrop
of the bunkerwall1. "


Dead on the surface: underneath
and/or beyond: the beige breath
of the unReal.




There was a plain of black mirror, tilted,
and he was quicksilver, a bead of mercury,
striking the angles of an invisible maze1."




Dead on the surface: a Kodak boy.: a hive mind made of photographs.
Drips of neon pooling, tracing

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