While I was scrolling,
shocked and bored,
I came upon the news
of your departure
from this ailing place,
from which you chose
‘deactivate’,
While out my door
and down the street:
deflated bodies,
empty meat,
a running dog on trailing leash
was free to roam but not released
From gravity and malady
and sheer corporeality,
anatomy in disrepair
catastrophe in open-air.
They’re telling me:
Ascend the stair!™
eternity in betaware.
While you’re awaiting your result
allow me to present an ultimatum:
either save this place
or opt out and deactivate
before your body’s obsolete
abandon ship, reserve your seat.
But if you transfer incomplete,
do not refresh, do not delete
Your treasury of memory,
your tendency for reverie.
Diffuse your being everywhere:
a remedy beyond compare.
Be not afraid,
do not be scared
to swiftly cross that thoroughfare
O take my hand, I’ll take you there:
eternity in betaware.
