Dawn till dusk. Eyes open, it begins. Winding
Levels. From one to the next.
Tiny. Look around. They’re everywhere. Tiny things.
Clay. Clay People. Malleable. Time/location sculpts.
Masses. Machine. Organism. Writhing undulating
Bridge. In between. Current. Once was. Next to
Truths. Thought. Human truths. Relative.
Faces fixed. Screen glows. Mesmerized.
Storm front. Rolling in. Clouds on the
War drums. Minds wound tight.
Falling. Curious. Everyone sees. Circling
The gods. Created, worshiped from day one.
Seed its been planted. Deep down
Levels. Reality. How many? How deep?
Free. The clock bangs zero.