Broken pieces. Slog. Life can be a slog.
Clouds of ignorance. Mind shielding. Machine
Master’s will. Penetrating. Molding. Shaping each will.
Arrival. Soon. World on its axis,
Sirens song. Fleeting. Power. Flush of power
Gathering. Global gathering. One mind,
Spirits. Immaterial sentience. Incarnate. Coalescing
Bronze Age. They, were once here. Where
0.07874016. Thickness. Human skin. 0.07874016
Simple. Modernity aspires. Standing on uneven
Strangeness. Look. Look around. What the hell. What’s
Walk away. Siren’s song. Resonating. Gently
Grumpy Old Men. Always wondered. Grumpy old men. Where
Rooms. Existence is full. Full of rooms.
Interconnected. Spirit. Flowing. Generation to