Oversaturation

When you speedrun through life uncontested

To collect every jiggy, ring, and canister

It leaves you feeling undeniably like lost media 

So after several nitro crates and one blue shell 

You could lose a heart container or two 

Since all you have done is ignore your lore 

You stand inert shifting through innumerable liminal spaces

Both going earthbound and returning to dreamland 

Noclipping in and out of existence itself

An omniverse full of opportunity within your grasp

First a few stop signs and buzzing fluorescent lights

With worn mono-yellow plaster and the echoes of monsters

A second with a vast sea that stretches indefinitely

Where infinite lulls ungraciously crash into each other

Another enveloped in a perpetual, purplish midnight

And, the last, for now, a decrepit arcade and parlor 

With a checkerboard floor and mischievous neon lights

As mechanical creaking and whispers of souls excite

Shifting and contorting like corrupted files

Do your best to not become complacent with the meta

As these patterns are familiar yet indiscernible 

So become a completionist and break some records 

Because if you dare refuse to find rhythm in Heaven

Your perceptions of this digital circus will glitch out

© Niklen 4/14/24