AI video of my poem My Head is Severed made with CapCut.

My Head is severed in my dreams

Words, thoughts, rapidly rotting like wifi data streams

Chopped into fragments, reduced to meaningless infected bytes

No essence to who I am, nothing the conscious can fight

Dismembered, cut off from anything that claims to be real

Shocked, anesthetised, numbed by trauma to any sort of feel

Awash, adrift, digital nightmares in the sea of dopamine hype

Nothing to come back to, no anchor, no harbour for the night

Forgetting anything resembling sage, where nothing is secure

Not the end, not the beginning, just the middle of an endless time endured