Interface. Global control. Minds to machines
They come. Generation after generation. Never ending
Grumpy Old Men. Always wondered. Grumpy old men. Where
Clouds of ignorance. Mind shielding. Machine
Aquarius. An age not so long ago. Bell bottoms,
Creative. Sculpting. Word sculptures. Word
Free. The clock bangs zero.
Solitude. Quiet reflection. Plumbing soul,
Wheel. Spinning wheel. Gyrations through.
Stoic machine. Arrival. Emotionless. Whirls and
Reality. Whose reality? Perspective, observation.
Eyes open. There it is! Stage unfolds.
Coded. Billions year march. From the beginning
Middle way. Pendulums swing. Back and forth.
Empty. Where? Is there anyone else?