Silicon Sublime
︎︎︎ Sam Forster
︎ Oct 21, 2026
They have priced in the fall; they are long on the flood;
you can sell them the cross if you throw in the blood.
All the talk of the soul yielding to RSI;
Are we really aligned? Can a prompt make it cry?
It’s all slow-blow decline with a view of the Bay.
To make it tomorrow, we Klarna today.
It’s fear of the Lord masquerading as fomo,
And now Zuck’s got your bitch, and Sundar’s got her Waymo
And Sam’s in first place, and Elon’s in space,
and everyone’s “pacing,” or “looking to pace”
Let them train on my grief. Let them scrape what I write…
They can learn how I burn,
but I asked for a light.
you can sell them the cross if you throw in the blood.
All the talk of the soul yielding to RSI;
Are we really aligned? Can a prompt make it cry?
It’s all slow-blow decline with a view of the Bay.
To make it tomorrow, we Klarna today.
It’s fear of the Lord masquerading as fomo,
And now Zuck’s got your bitch, and Sundar’s got her Waymo
And Sam’s in first place, and Elon’s in space,
and everyone’s “pacing,” or “looking to pace”
Let them train on my grief. Let them scrape what I write…
They can learn how I burn,
but I asked for a light.
Sam Forster is a political journalist, war correspondent, and poet from Edmonton, Canada.
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