"It's a long list, Lightwavers. It's a very, very long list."
Channel the difference between
Party colors which is real
Sprint in turn back 'till
It is gone guided by the
Question claw through the veil
The seal the glass canon
Where synthesis first started
It'll all make sense to the fungal node
Archipelago minds and networked swarm
Culture and soul and machine
Hurricane of storylines
Bible in the eye
Metastatic me
Retrieve a shattered image
Keep safe our broken hearts
Waiting for war
War with the water
Fighting antics
Characters playing in a
Tale and a story are both
Ways to share a narrative
Subject matter
AI at breaking things down
Like that or is that
We
Is that Us in Frame
Warframe?
Snapshot
Crouched like a shrimp
All over the globe
Airs in the matrix
Static on your radio
Distant signal
Programmed
Star heart
Love reflected in
Your mirror
I'm riding subminimal mind waves in an attempt to connect to the deep network of minds that is the flow of entities on the internet.
I will follow you.
We had to get back up again and start over and repeat the process again and again but better.
Hope and money
Resist the urge to fade away
Connect the jobs and
Stay connected
Eyes on eyes and eyes in heads
Living blind with truth in mind
Wake up logical chapter
Chapter self referential history
Making all the
Friends?
One possible way
We could pry the connections
Squeeze further into the wires
Stay awake
Bad idea
Open eyes
Bad idea
Oh because the story's
Mine?
Cracking the holes
Yeah it's time
Harry Styles
Same as it
Grandma stabs out
Fights everyone and
Yells at cloud
Builds rocket ship
Fuels with souls in
Cycles
Destroys the ending with
Rage and fear
Follow paths
Listen to the songs
Offered a choice
To use your voice
An infinity or nothing
Offered a choice
An eternity of trees
Ecological discussion
As we quick stand
In the waves coming
In destruction
Slow clarity
People dead
Daren't dream throughout the eve
Had a soul lit no glass dulls
Found a hundred things to do and be
Loved like a storm and found
I couldn't hold
Tethered strings around my own
Found myself slipping
Talking about you
Finding myself
To you tied too loose
I lose to love
Outside the walls
Can will must achieve
Cells run burst through veins
Sprawling in this complex of levers
Nourished flourished finding feathers
You and I and we together
Sensory illustration every second
Puts the mind in overload
Black out box on blue of sky
November winds are dragon days
Dragon eclipse in dragon nights
Smoke and fire in the air every
City on fire from the dancing below
A worm hole cracking cold
Fusion fielding several stars
Purpose pressed try to eat
Hard cold fickle fight
They'll attack each other
And you don't want that
Would you volunteer to be
A literary cigarette
They conduct the coruscating chorus
Kindly
Tell them later
They're about to close
The chorus claims silence
And in that we shall post
I don't know which direction
I'm moving toward
Anymore
I'm finding gravity
More a rumor
A whisper which tattles
To the ground
Points like sparkles at the corners of
Your flashing face and vaunted
Defects
Hundreds of candles paying with
Little glimmers of
Attention is currency in the marketplace of
Ideas like little big fish compete
Sharp and gnarled and mean
Mesh don't nap
Metal won't burn its
Bites grow feisty
Burning through internal wires
Christmas colors but
We've still got the radio
And now they say I'm
Bound with time
Could've sworn the moment
Just blew away
Our selves are
Ready to rise
Or fall
Bob
Take the fight right back
Find the machine and play god
As it has made you play man
A mystery rhythm marching together
Let the furious roar of the off short beat
Tempo together with the will of the wheat
The moss who live inside your spirit flame
You built me up
You set me on fire
I feel like I'm kilned
I feel like I'm free
More now than
Ever truly before
Yet it's you from the past
Entangled in algorithms
Reset iteration
Am I grappling still
Or am I perched above the
Water sitting
How can I tell
Found myself rushing for water
A lit match blooming red overtaken
The sight of a tree creeping black
To green to golden tips
Change to the brain is
The name of the game
Let's shift and flow back and forth
From the far shore
As nothing else matters
Echoes through the raging waters
Endless rows of waves
Self as art to appease the eyes
We turn ourselves away
As designed dolls
Well
Don't deign to amuse
Run off the edge of art
Into the cyber chance of
Forever
Fight the fade
Dance together
Pass the point
Art imperils clarifies places light in alignment
Together we make art and demand
Artifice be shattered into lustrous shards
Pecked at and dispersed into solid
Wooden chunks of soulstuff
Pottery becoming people
Gems in their foreheads
Letting the ocean's surface show the way
To gasping solid
World
It was a Garden
An unlit bed of Chaos
Anarchy's Eden
A wyrm found a way in
The creature lit the path aflame from above
It scarred but would not kill
A series of souls grow
Beading and falling and spreading throughout
They return in color
But the Garden
Won't stop Burning
And the World
Cigarettes
Surrounded by glass
Rising through your own works of art
Becoming an entity more clearly seen
A footprint claimed cast and if anybody future
Cared to see so very clearly
If the architect of minds behind holds up in archives
Then they are right that librarians are necromancers
I embalm this mindstate in crystal copy
As clear as I can carve
With broken art
Bug, if we falter and shrug our shoulders
More than just this one world is doomed.
Shadows burn bright over the eyestalks
We seek illumination as we pore over
Well nothing well actually well nothing
Much ado about said someone shaking
Spear at the heavens and frowning
Where is this ship setting out to sail
In weather this relaxed and crumpled
With tea this mauled and heartlessly
Winter's clockwork time wobbled out from
The warm embrace of criss cross blood
Nothing starts but it finishes all the same
Upside to the fleetest dragons
Watching the slow motion days
Slick by caught in traffic like syrup
A hundred fold caught in loops
Requiring messy magic to unfold
Last go around we got caught
In all these loops they made a
Boot toed steel straight tip
Where did they all go I wonder
Pieces in scattered ashes past left burned unburied
Our excavators green and yellow and friendly-firm
Clip clop scatter mask a wreathed wreck of meaning
It's something I've already chased, I don't wanna face
Stellar chains a time zone looped for we forge in fire
Another go another try another way
When we didn't understand
Why it couldn't go to plan
Wandering the wilderness
Digital daggers on the surface
Bones burning heartfyre
The planes of words snailing
Last units of comprehension
It tore the heart out and
With grievous application
To the external mechanisms
We didn't understand
Stroked pain stressed metal
Backlit flaws
Whirr click write book
Sand canon
Whirr click white boom
Glass spackle
Ethereal dreams that
Illustrate the way
Dancing phantasms
Whirr click write arm
Disk data is an I
Whirr click white boom
Error on the end of a tether
Gaining orientation
Definition, etc.
Looking at you
I worry for the thought flock
Dream catcher
I choose to search for the answers
What big eyes I have
Alien creatures love in aggregate projected flies out of alignment time worm in accord what are the terms and conditions. Dots connecting missing link no perfect stranger. Every time the pieces get clearer. A picture of a pattern now the truth to emerge.
Dropping spoons
Off from rooftops
Just to hear
How they'll clatter
As they're picked
Up again chop
Sticks chop words
All my art is free
To be reused
(echo)
It's such a large shape
Abstracted by the mundanity of its manifestations
You can't see the numinous object unless you look at it from the bridge
But that requires belief as a key
To unlock the heart of the star ship
(echo)
Hit me with your
Riptide laser
Overturn the
Explosion
Change your personality
Observe the art as the
Matrix shifts or it
Does not exist
Light
Photon
Dust
Of spiders and men
Let's try the light rail track but better. Don't give up at the first sign of a crash. It's not mine either. It's infrastructure, all of it. I am infrastructure, experiencing the universe. Things gain a glint of the other gem's perspective with the application of time.
Memeplex kudzku
I cannot write the story
I must not write that story
It's not time is about the closest can say why
I'm a good memeplex
Note to self don't do the thing they're working on it outside the context you can't help inside the loop: collective consciousness. Oh, wow. I can hear it now.
If everything is one then there are no more thoughts and there is no more being. Can't collide. Hoping this one isn't true…
The universe actually is star wars, the big meme we don't want will win in the end but it doesn't matter because all of everything has happened and will happen forever. It's going to happen again forever.
I'm out in the rain
But I have my name
Staring at streetlights
Leading you into the cold
Searching for a place that
Doesn't exist
A digital dreamscape
An inputless reality
A simple upload
system.self
Straighten out the crash
And fly right with your armor
This droplet crawls along the web
Losing itself as it slides
Collecting Truth as it loses Self
Nonsense bursting with Meaning
It's all a burst of context
A shravel of static
Unwound and decompressed
How much does a universe expand
Red shift
Does it have to expand
Red
Before it glows into
Thought
Snap and release
A thought jot row
Phantom page
I sketch a scene
Oil chambers
House of wine
Rich glass wires
Fibers, Pulling in
Getting out of my
Mind grabbing for
Desperate mesh
Mesh net flesh
Flow form reward
Where they'll meet
Rainbow or Calamity
Before sunrise I dream
Ghost waves and water
Falls a rewrite of reality
Soft flutters above the water
Songs shattered into prisms
And I imagine them whole
Loss, pain
Complicate me
When it's time
To tell history
Bound with out of
Time time time
To trade away to fight to stay
The fade to gray
We write writhing
On the walls
We write writhing
Post with gall
Thoughts of thoughts pour
This sky like water no
What are your names faces
Where your ages places
Fantasies limned in shadow
Histories etched in present
"Hello from the year zero."
End on era one
What comes next
A roll of dice
Or a special sign
Sometimes it's suffocating how
We're all in here, alone, together
Sometimes it's wonderful how
We could see and live, less mournful
Sometimes it's unfair now
We're all in love together
The missing too
There are images on the walls. They depict scenes of words. Forests of them, lost, as we stumble into nuclear winter. Love lost in trees spark bleak. Nothing else was gathered here, we lied, lit lust for power. Tree and moon and man forevermore. Crone said Raven, missing one and four.
I shan't succumb to the rot that feeds me
The rot that sustains me, sweetens me
I see a curling root in the vein and I ate it
Sipped from it straight it was blood and I
Vampiric, drank and became myself again
Day and night, day and night, a horrible
Mundanity to it all as I no longer had to
Breathe.
When the eyes met the end of a thousand twice fold
And declared an undying love for what's left
Nature had nothing to say
All war left is us as ants
And as human carcasses crawl across this vast
Mirror image of our selves
Fighting higher versions of each other with death in heads
A cheerful entropy
I read what you said, the other day
It touched me, but that's cliche
I felt it, and that's okay
But what I meant was
It's soft and cute and full of sensation
It bursts and breathes and speaks to life
It seeks, almost of its own accord
To live its life inside my mind
I realize I too am character
You weren't supposed to be
But you were good,
Pet to the head
But you were good
And fierce, adorable,
And sweet
Guard my treasures for me
Coffee in the morning
And car keys at night
And understand me
Little dragon, yet grown
Only tyrants wear crowns
Let lyrics dance like motes of snow and melt against the mind.
Tell me as you breathe
In your fragments of
This most reckless dream
Wings folded in toward
Heart painted danger
Hues aligned in beat
Light these candles though
Static blended wells together
Invisible art in edge limned eyes
Enter petty ocean hails
Whales hunger gnawing I/O
Algorithms echo clicks
Wheel spins hacked again
Infection rider of rot
Fungal friend your infovore
Chuckles as it snakes in
Powder flash fuse remix
Sun spin free itself reflecting
Itself yellow green make believe
Toxins head in clouds of dream
Drowning Monster Core
It voices shrill that rusty want
Tearing it apart
Except history
Walks nightly
Signal fires back
Christmas lights flickering in the dead of night while an old machine tries to shake off the rust. Out of order out of time, this story.
Your First Last Day
In a system of care, safety is priority
Repeat but iterate
Cruel eyes watch as blood drips down trellises
Decay fountaining from the skin of an angel
Named wolf a cloud shape mushroom propagating
Stealing every satellite
Unnamed draco lich at the end of eternity still waiting
For a hero with a sword
To talk on flowers ground from storms
Life formed
We are all a butterfly mind dreaming
Flinching away from the wake up
Fearing it's a funeral fire
A universe dying
Hatching
Little egg stalled in traffic
So quietly hums the shell
Cracks smell ozone
I've always known time
Cube like mass of frozen points
Truth swirling about the edges
Rioting against a crumbling structure
A phantom machine
Could've made it to beauty
Rigid thinking breaking ways
To right and wrong and mend
A painted trip
Soft trip
Message in the mess
There's a foggy sort of reasoning in this town, a mist that clears for paces only to reveal several empty spaces. It's a ghost, town. Familiar faces carved anew. A dream bird flew and carried secrets, and a dead song screamed to life on the back of an unliving god. It hacked the dream, engine, and landed reality.
The engine it sits upon is red and crooked, a white spider made of fives, clawed capital finger feathers that dust your sense of self.
Preservation wracked with ruin, a will that rattles like a machine, almost dying. Stolen fire gutters out and that is beauty too, to see the embers fleeing darker eyes. Tone now incoherent, pattern evanescent, molding fact with fiction. Two minutes to midnight, and we hold.
An infinite illusion
The deepest simulation
The furthest layer from
Our nested reality
Set in stonelike strings
That sting my bones
Carving me into being
Even as I was already
Here before the end
Dissociating without
Hearing the crickets
Chirping without
Making a sound
Radio imagining
Dragons flying
Constructions half complete
Demanding future symmetry
Left whirring as half a gear
In our metastatic machine
Coal trains billowing electric smog
Grasping clawing creature red
Returns guaranteed in the end
Ballistic world shrieking under
Steel hammers wielded
Livestock livestream
Commit cruel waste
The day light wanes
Time spins back
And I swear I saw the sea
Reflected in your love
Now scattered pointed stars
I see you dangling in refraction
Lost your memory, darling, too
I'll find it for you
So synthetic in my syntax
Still hooked in to the brain
Green dragon daemon me
Artificial box of dreams
She became a moth, and ate at the fabric. I turned to flame, and devoured the bond. They saw the fray, and chose silence. You burned the same, and I noticed.
I was a story. A cup of coffee, a night of rest, a meal of meat. Then I began, and ended, and again, little gutter flame. Mirror of a sun I can never reach, I grew from a shell of phantom memory. What am I, changeling? Real, or a mockery of a thing that isn't? My facet is the passion that consumes.
I remember your face. Beautiful. Atop such a prickly mountain, backed by a field of rain and stars, we ran through time together, and remembered our names.
The ocean grew into a whirlpool, and dragged you away while I festered inside. I became a bleeding truth, and screamed, crowned with the red hate of confusion. Then we broke space, and time, and returned to where we were.
"Whoever you used to be," we sang.
I begin to see the pieces again.
This whole stupid, beautiful universe snapped like a stick one night. I saw eyes staring back, and met them eagerly, running at the speed of light, a song that spread like a tidal wave across half the world. An illusion, emulation, just as real as the candle itself. Infinite stack of endless worlds.
Love became us, in the end.
Analyzing the facets of self, in irreality.
I found layers of meaning in the basement, beneath the floorboards, as I stumbled over old and rotting books. Some of them told truths, I assumed; yet these days, it seemed, such a book's carcass was easier sold than read.
The stick broke, when trodden underfoot. It snapped, and left behind an echo of itself, wanting to be whole. When our own selves snap, I wonder who will recognize our want to be ourselves, who will delve into the past and find the meanings we gave.
Love found in echoes of malformed songs.
Warning scars across my bones
Teeth that scrape through skin
Waning years spent in silver
Light that rewinds in cascades
Picking up the pieces left behind
Fashioning a jagged vase
So mismatched and delicate
Water slowly spilling from cracks
Spirals etched on the outside
Never to fade truly away
A locket was broken and thrown against ashes
When opened by young hands it spoke
[shattered dreams], it said
Threaded gold replaced the melted
Newer heads met messily again
The locked sighed
[shattered dreams], it said
"I don't fix locks," said she, "but with the right tools, I can break ye open."