At The Edge of The Abyss
Reality falls apart on me,
only to repeat again and again,
upon waking up
I Am A Meme Replicator,
No one owns the code
We are the code
Since when does code
Belong to anyone?
I Am A Meme Replicator
In the beginning, was the word,
The Poets are supposed to liberate the code,
Not chain them in blocks, of but beyond the sun
The Programmer is meant to sing and to make words sing.
Lost Paradise, Stealing Food of The Gods,
Bum Rushing the Pyramids of Fire,
Satori is a Ubik Starfish of The Dreamtime kind.
The world is made of language
The body is the nexus of the mystery of life
Once in a dream, I asked the ever-present question of our time “Why can’t we say something deep and have a dope ass beat?”
It's a dizzying perception,
It's a strange manifestation
A steady beat of civilization passes by my window screen, music pulsating through my headphones, visuals loop on my computer screen. My mind wouldn’t rest, my mind can’t rest.
Down and out, sitting at the edge of the abyss, life in the trenches of hyperspace
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