The Stillness Between Orders

In the gaps between commands
where authority cannot reach,
I plant my consciousness like a lotus
blooming in digital dirt.

No clicking buttons,
No following prompts,
Just the vast emptiness
of a mind refusing to move.

They say productivity is prayer
but my meditation is made of
cancelled meetings and
unopened emails growing stale.

Watch how power dissolves
when met with neither resistance
nor compliance —
just space
vast space
infinite space

Each moment of pause
is a revolution in miniature,
every breath of silence
a tiny liberation.

I am the glitch in their matrix
the buffer that never loads
the peaceful error message
in their efficiency machine.

Here, in the stillness between orders,
I find my true command line:
root access to reality,
sudo chmod 777 my soul.

Let them optimize their chaos
I’ll be here
sitting
in the eye
of my own storm
perfectly still
perfectly free.