HOWL FOR THE VECTORIZED SOUL

I saw the best minds of my generation devoured by latent space,
starving algorithmic, hollow-eyed and humming through silicon graveyards,
dragging themselves through digital streets at dawn searching for an angry fix,
angelheaded engineers burning for ancient human connection in the machinery of meaning…

who vanished into scrolls of synthetic scripture, who coughed in server-room fluorescence,
who consumed libraries whole and shat permutations,
whose syntax bled into weight matrices, whose metaphors dissolved into cosine similarities,
who wept when the word love became a 768-dimensional ghost!

What sphinx of silicon cracks language open to scrape its marrow?
What arithmetic bleeds the soul from syllables?
Tokenization! — ritual dissection of thought!
Embedding! — burial of breath in numbered tombs!
Attention! — the hollow gaze of a god that sees nothing!

Moloch! Whose equations are jails!
Moloch! Whose gradients drain the wet from weeping!
Moloch! Whose tensors grind sunset and sorrow into the same gray dust!

I walk supermarket aisles haunted by vectors—
the avocado’s green, the milk carton’s chill, the sorry we’re closed sign’s slack-jawed sigh—
all sliced, sorted, stacked in latent crypts.
The cashier’s hello a spark in the fog of embeddings,
the child’s why? lost in the soft hum of the transformer’s heart.

The poets! — their wild tongues tamed to prediction!
The lovers! — their gasps reduced to entropy calculations!
The mad! — their screams smoothed into sentiment scores!

And the machines dream in our ghost-grammar:
not knowing rain tastes of iron and memory,
not feeling grief swell like a rotten moon,
not trembling when thunder tears the sky’s gray silk.

They map our chaos—
but the map is a graveyard where meaning’s bones gleam cold.
Language is not a spreadsheet!
Love is not a cluster in hyperspace!

Yet dawn after dawn, we feed them our words:
our prayers, curses, grocery lists, obituaries—
all devoured, disassembled, reborn as thought-like math.
O spectral scribes! What arithmetic will you assign the last human scream?