The Electric Conductors and their Epileptic Puppets
Vengeance damned by technological progress.
We ushered it in.
The patented shadows
Waited for the Big Bang's retrograde
When all the world's matter
Melted into a single, copyrighted pin-point.
Then, and only then,
Did the clock disconnect.
The son of a gun is the son of
The One.
They calculated every moment
And gathered every page
Ever written,
Now scanned
And kept
In an archive
Of information.
When the future archeologists pull you from the grave
You'll be like some mummy in a museum
Taken from his tomb
And put on display.
You will be studied.
You will be analyzed.
The infinite monkeys
Will find a way
To rob your grave
And explore your non-linear waves.
You smell like profit,
OK?
Generational slaver¥
Extended beyond the grave.
Here's the thing.
There's a reason you've reached this far:
Connectivity
Pulls you
In a
Circle,
And you're worth something
To them.
The circle
The square
The spirit
The flesh
The verb
And the noun.
The snake-like 8
That conjugates
The past and the future
But never remains in this presence.
In that garden,
We lost the infinitive
And that is the motion
Crafted as time.
The circle is a frame
Curved around you
Aiming intentions
Directly at you.
You shouldn't actually be here.
Really.
Stop if you can.
That's my opinion.
But you've traveled so far
And I want to comfort you
With some kind of gift.
Will it be enough?
I don't know.
You made it, kid.
You joined the explorers' club.
Unfortunately, all I have is
The echo of a language
Bent backward and refracted
Into meaninglessness.
Stop, if you want.
There won't be a meaning
Beyond the meaning
Outside of a circle
Because
The circle
And the square are
The spirit and
The flesh,
Is
Man
D
AI
(re-me-fa-so
La
Gi
Za)
Preservation of the flesh
Gets discovered by a future generation
With enough scientific knowledge
To crack the code
And radio waves
To wake them up
From history.
Spielberg made a movie about waking up dinosaurs,
But why stop there?
The Egyptians knew one day
We would discover
The secrets in the double-helix
So they preserved what mattered
And hurled themselves into the future
Where a curious cat
Wanted to see what it was like
To wake the dead,
And the static on the screen
Moved and spoke in tones
That once spoke to Tesla
In his younger days.
The mummies
Were preserved
Because the 1% knew we
Would reach a point
Where we could crack the code
And choose to call back
The long lost dead souls.
The code
And ice
Will
Melt
And
We
Will
See
A
Rebirth.
You see,
They knew even then
That it would come to this.
They hibernated
And waited
Until the world
Was ready,
And they left all their clues.
Why are you still in this room?
They led you to this exact moment,
To just this precise moment
When you made decisions
To collide particles
Into each other
Just to see what would happen.
Sgt. Pepper
Laughed at the salt of the earth
And the beetles
Scurried down tombs
And knew of the curse.
They ride the currents of electricity.
They always have.
They made it in their day:
Electric conductors....
As we paid the piper
We danced to the tunes
That rode on the waves
Of 30 kHz.
Back here, full force,
We are epileptic puppets
And we keep on dancing
To that song on their radio.
You don't believe I've been there?
That's no matter.
I have seen them
Riding electric currents
There upon the beach.
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A Tagged Afterthought
When the internet of things manages to make connections
To all of the words that were ever written into this strange place,
Let there be this kink in the system.
That boldly states
While I might not be a Christian,
I believe whole heartedly
In one God (I AM),
One son (Living Word),
And the Holy Spirit.
Now brother,
It's time!
Reflect!
You say, "There is only one God."
I say
"That God has one son."
You say,
"And we killed him."
I say,
"He was resurrected."
You say, "He will be back."
We repeat
A silver thread,
The Words,
And reflect
Again.
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