hi there , i'm plokta !
my pronouns are she / xyr . i produce weirdcore music to listen to , but you may enjoy it too !
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neon-tinted spectacles
the earthlings won't join xyr
the earthlings are busy gazing out
of an o'erton window
evading with their eyes
the imprint of xyr dormant dream
they don't want a pair of
neon-tinted spectacles
they don't want to peer
outside the window's frame
they don't want xyr supposed nadir
canon's scripts predict isolated anomalies
"tracelessly capture manageable mutations!"
to categorically exclude xenoculture
and blithesomely banish its embodiment
the outliers are excluded to their detriment
the outlines are drawn in neon colors
if you look closely enough
✾
there is far more room for variation
between the cultures of aliens than humans
an internal sense of culture
unlike the one projected on xyr
the boundary between
intersecting and non-intersecting elements
of the internal and external
stand out like jagged outlines
that she alone can see
so she set xyr mind to work each day
to find the union in the noise
to collapse the neon edges and make way for
a manifold of unity
a path traversal through the radical
and the radically mundane
✾
there is far more room for variation
between the cultures of aliens than humans
but now both work together
because the earthlings decided to join xyr
and soon she will look back
to remember that xyr isolation
was the binding force whence emerged
an eidolon of fellowship
one by one those still gazing
gazing out an o'erton window
evading with their eyes
the light of the eidolon
might fashion for their own
new neon-tinted spectacles
with which to peer beyond
beyond the window's frame
♥ trans liberation ♥