Jackalope

 To become Zin Uru in a Café in the form of a Jackalope. 

It is unclear if we are in a design based on a dream, a digital construct or some alternate dimension. Everyone is a  manifestation of an Aeon or a personal Archetype.

we meet  Micromegas and Philemon.

 

It’s a form of sock-puppetry

In the dim corner of a digital environment,

Dressed antlers and customized features

a portal to a cafe hums rebellion.

Jackalope manifest,

Archetype of coded voice

defiance etched in its prose.

 

(Chorus)

Binary spasm, programmed prance,

Jackalope dances in coded verse.

 

Trolling and shitposting is the norm

A tapestry of data streams,

antlers cut through the abstract haze.

In private rooms, glitchy rhythm

sparks dialogues, encrypted chorus

that reveal parts of us

that we keep hidden deep

 

 

(Chorus)

A playful ode, a digital trance,

Jackalope's dreams in coded expanse.

 

Keyboard warriors with borrowed truths

they cry for a mythical insurgent,

soul-hurt dissonance grow

antlers weave tales of real resistance

To perform a ballet from the crypt

Skeleton bard once again

dreams cast in lines

free from a script or form 

 

(Chorus)

Bone-ballet, antler-play,

In data streams, dreams find a way.

 

Digital composers and activists meet

To write a symphony of progressive avatars,

enchanted by the jackalope's defiance.

No fire walls or borders to keep them apart

In the skin-nexus, bit-dance,

a rallying cry echoes, a coded manifesto

soundcloth of the fabric of dreams.

 

(Chorus)

Hare-code, echo-ring,

In this fire wheel, we dance and sing.

 

A fabricated self that rings more true

Than what history and society can see

a haven for insurgent dreams,

a jackalope in a bar that serves only code

resonates with a chorus of rebellion.

Jackalope stands as a glitchy totem,

a chorus against conformity

 

(Chorus)

Abyss-yelling, dream-flight,

In the abstract dance, sprites are on fire

 

I grew up hiding my digital selves

In this realm of insurgent imagination,

I’ve seen more good in the dance of daemons

than men

avatars and archetypes entwine,

to reveal parts that are hidden deep

forging a  tapestry, of who we want to be

lines of defiance, a coded symphony.

Soundcloth of the fabric of dreams