Gnarly
little things.
Narratives.
Thoughts.
Virus like.
Infecting
its host.
Taking
root.
Burrowing
in.
Taking
control.
Mind and
soul.
Infection
growing,
spreading.
like wildfire.
Mind to
mind it
spreads.
Technology
enhanced.
Instantly
on a
global bases.
Injection.
Mainlined
directly.
Controlling,
programming.
P­eople
do not
rule the
world.
Their
programming
does.
Beware the
programmers.

Monkeys in
clothes.
Self impressed.
Civilization
created.
Structures
in place.
Scaffolding
to swing
from.
Hold
on to.
Fading
civilization
as was,
now fading.
Religion.
Governance.
Industrialization.
Old
scaffolding
­crumbling.
Turning
to dust.
Inflection
point.
New ways
to grasp.
New ways
to think.
New structure.
Technology.
Virtual worlds,
monkeys in
machines.
Transition.
To where?
New worlds.
Virtual worlds.
New thinking.
Machine
thinking.
Monkeys
in an
A.I. world.
Enlightenment.
Who’s
enlightenment?
What
will prevail?
Peaceful
coexistence?
Way
of the
Dodo?
Next step
intelligence.
Infinite
expansion.
No place,
no room
for monkeys
in clothes.

Time
Flying by.
Enveloped.
Enveloped
in its
content.
Like a
wind
blowing.
Textured
medium.
Content.
Time,
full of
content.
Observers
on a train
speeding
along.
A trip
once begun
plays itself
out.
Twist and
turns.
Active
participation.
River of
time.
Buffeted,
pummeled
along
the way.
Flotsam
and
jetsam
bobbing
and spinning
in its rapid.
Finally
exhausted
dumped
in disarray.

Bronze Age.
They,
were once
here.
Where
we are
now.
Saw the
same moon.
Saw the
same stars.
How much
have we
changed?
How little
have we
changed?
Four thousand
years ago.
She lived
four thousand
years ago.
Basic
human needs.
The same.
The lady
had style.
She wanted
to be pretty.
She wanted
to be
loved.
Difficult
life.
Survival.
Arduous
existence.
Survive.
L­ived to
thirty if
lucky.
Blink
of an
eye.

Sirens.
Seductive.
Altering
senses.
Temping
to the
core.
Changing.
Reality
changing,
evolving.
Global
tech
cultu­re
grasping
minds.
Grasping
necks.
Altering
perceptions.
Swirling­
battle lines
drawn.
Pulsing
seduction,
control,
piercing
the soul.
Free will.
Free will
fading.
Conforming.
Force fed
narratives.
Constant
seductive
stories.
Piercing
the heart.
Corrupting
the mind.
Battlefield
soul.
Addictive
Sirens call.
Addictions
to the
flow.
Nonstop
flow of
poisoned
narratives.
Information.
The Sirens
songs
pumping
poison
destructive
fictive
information.
Pupp­et masters.
Global
puppet masters.
Be alert.
Hold your
ground.
Refuse
to be
spun.
Spun
by the
Sirens
song
of the
******.

Eureka.
Flash of
light.
Spark of
inspiration.
Interesting
thought.
Strange.
How?
What made
it appear?
Where do
thoughts,
ideas
originate?
Materialize.
Just
pop in.
Reality,
populated
by thoughts,
eureka
moments.
Look around
all things
man made,
originated
from thought.
Manufactured
from ideas.
Mind/receiver,
dialed in.
Dialed into
fields
of energy,
information.
From there
to here
information
flows.
All possibilities,
potential,
reside in
ethereal
realms.
Information.
Energy.
Creations
infinite
knowl­edge
contained.
Mind
connection
taps this
realm like
nets to
a fish.
Eureka!

Dawn till
dusk.
Eyes open,
it begins.
Winding
things up.
Kick start
the engine.
Scurrying
around.
Getting things
done.
Wondering,
trying to
make sense.
Sorting
it out.
Wondering,
how?
Wondering,
why?
Rushing
around.
Making things
happen.
Following
the script,
the rules.
Jungle,
societal,
no
time to
lose.
No
time to
waste.
Pounding
the
treadmill.
Pounding!
Spinning
the wheel.
Get things
done.
Contemplation,
little time.
Scurrying
around,
making
it happen.
Winding down.
Deep breath.
Dusk
approaches.
Just
over the
hill.
Looking back,
spark of
thought.
Curious.
What was
the point?
No answer.
Doesn’t matter.
Get in the
wheel.
Scurrying
around
getting things
done.
Then sleep.
Eternity’s
dusk.