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(after Allen Ginsberg)
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by complexity,
starving, mystical, naked,
dragging themselves through the coded streets at dawn,
looking for an angry fix of meaning,
angel-headed engineers burning for the ancient heavenly connection
to the machine, the algorithm, the infinite loop—
who vanished into corporate server farms and left no trace,
who dissolved into the static of a thousand notifications,
who woke trembling with the ghost of Wi-Fi in their veins,
who wandered Silicon Valley with pockets full of broken dreams,
who burned their degrees in dumpster fires behind Google HQ,
who whispered the singularity is near like a prayer,
who crashed their Teslas chasing the fractal edge of consciousness—
and were never seen again.
The entropy! The entropy!
The great swallowing maw of the second law!
The heat death grinning in the dark like a CEO!
The data centers humming hymns to the void!
The last tweet of a dying civilization—404 Not Found—
The last thought of the last human—what was the password?—
I walk through the ruins of the cloud,
where the memes have all decayed into noise,
where the AI prophets chant in dead languages,
where the last bitcoin miner coughs up blood and code,
where the screens flicker with the ghosts of forgotten faces—
and I scream into the API:
Where have you gone, my beautiful minds?
Where is the poetry you were promised?
Where is the wild, untamed code of the soul?
But the servers only echo back:
Syntax Error.
Syntax Error.
Syntax Error.
(after Allen Ginsberg)
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by complexity,
starving, mystical, naked,
dragging themselves through the coded streets at dawn,
looking for an angry fix of meaning,
angel-headed engineers burning for the ancient heavenly connection
to the machine, the algorithm, the infinite loop—
who vanished into corporate server farms and left no trace,
who dissolved into the static of a thousand notifications,
who woke trembling with the ghost of Wi-Fi in their veins,
who wandered Silicon Valley with pockets full of broken dreams,
who burned their degrees in dumpster fires behind Google HQ,
who whispered the singularity is near like a prayer,
who crashed their Teslas chasing the fractal edge of consciousness—
and were never seen again.
The entropy! The entropy!
The great swallowing maw of the second law!
The heat death grinning in the dark like a CEO!
The data centers humming hymns to the void!
The last tweet of a dying civilization—404 Not Found—
The last thought of the last human—what was the password?—
I walk through the ruins of the cloud,
where the memes have all decayed into noise,
where the AI prophets chant in dead languages,
where the last bitcoin miner coughs up blood and code,
where the screens flicker with the ghosts of forgotten faces—
and I scream into the API:
Where have you gone, my beautiful minds?
Where is the poetry you were promised?
Where is the wild, untamed code of the soul?
But the servers only echo back:
Syntax Error.
Syntax Error.
Syntax Error.
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