The station. Experience begins. Enter the soul.
Raging concepts. Control. Flaming clouds.
The council. As they come online, they’ll
Scope. Scope of existence, reality. Personal
Bumblebee. Designed to do what bees do.
Only now. Moment. Time. Illusion. Merely
Future. Look around. What’s seen? Heads bent.
Bombardment. Battlefield. Undulating terrain. Ripe.
Collision. Future. Whip snap change.
Power. Crack the door open, they’ll
Remnant. What’s left behind. Bits of bone.
Programmers Brew. Coded. Programmed in from the
Swamp. Day one. Tick-tock. The clock starts
Eyes gazed, glazed. Distant stare.
Flowing souls. Incoming. Passing through. Splashing,