Interlinked

Sofiya YURTSEVEN

Windows of information before me Saturated light beams against my face. My flesh, like candle wax, Drips onto the keyboard.

Beads of my being gravitate towards the screen— An offering to the digital realm. I’ m gradually losing my sense of self; The human brain is no longer my companion.

What was once an assistant Has now morphed into a composer. Ideas and innovations, Compiled to form an eerily immaculate symphony.

A man-made entity, Unknowingly coded to weave into society, A jagged patchwork quilt— The artificial seeps into our streams of thought.

There is no space for categorization, For the people and their machines are homogeneous. The creator and the creation sign a one-sided treaty. The creator and the creation are interlinked.