The
machine,
billions of
years in the
making.
Our very
being
to the
molecular level
fabricated,
wired,
controlled.
Controlled by
the machine,
the system.
Fabricated,
simply
fabrications
are we
by the
system.
Like machines
mired
by the
hardware
influenced
by the
software.
Products
of the
environment.
All we know
programmed.
How we’re wired
predetermined.
Everything
scripted by
the system.
The machine’s
system.
Freedom
an illusion.
All just
components.
Widgets within,
simply
functioning
as designed.

Point.
Point
of view.
Whose?
Where?
Layers
of taint.
Taint
derived
elsewhere.
Real.
How much
is real?
How
much
is you?
Point
of view.
Derived
by location.
Derived by
introduction.
Indoctrination.
What part
is you?
Belief systems.
Installed.
Layered.
Layered on.
Programmed
from birth.
Location derived.
Accident
of birth.
Points of
view.
How much
is you?

Celestials.
Spheres.
Celestial
spheres.
Time
immemorial.
Humming.­
Humming
vibrations.
Endlessly,
emanating
throughout.
Passing
through all.
Music
of the
spheres.
Creations
orchestra.
Infinite spheres.
Endless symphonies.
Vibrating.
Enmeshed
in spacetime.
Enmeshed
in all.
Spinning
reality.
Holding
darkness
at bay.
Stop to
listen.
Soothing
vibrations.
Focusing,
listen.
Creations
music
is there
for those
who hear.

Software.
Sophisticated
software.
Beyond
knowledge.
Far beyond
comprehension.
Running,
controlling.
Controlling
all.
Mind­.
Form.
Function.
Everything.
Everything
at the
molecular
level.
Atom level
structure.
Atom level
software.
Fine structure,
molecular
structured.
Subatomic
control.
Flowing
throu­gh.
Each gene
coded.
Coded
through
molecular
atomic
haze.
Atomic level
software.
Spinning up,
up into
genetic
code.
Atomic haze.
Atomic forms
pushing
buttons,
pulling
levers
controlling
everything.

I
watch,
it shines,
golden in its
reflections.
It
rises, bathing
all
in its
splendor.
I
see it all
clearly now.
Years of
accumulated
knowledge.
A gift beyond
understanding.
Days
flip over,
one after
another.
Speeding up
days
seem to be.
Sunrise after
sunrise,
days
careening along,
piling up
behind.
Looking up,
I see the
source
bright,
darkness
retreating.
How many
more
will there be?
Soon,
sunrise
will end,
darkness
prevails.

We are
custom made.
Custom made
for this
place,
from this
place.
What we
know,
who we
are,
what we
think,
indigenous.
Springing up
from the
core,
squeezing
through
the rocks,
out of the
mud.
Primordial scream!
Our senses,
how we relate
predetermined
by this place.
Every fiber of
our being
determined
by a mote of
dust lost
in infinity.
Programmed
by uncertainty.
Following instincts
layered
onto our
souls.
Believing
we are free.
Free in a prison,
a preprogrammed
prison on a mote
in a void.
Life in a
drop of water.
All we consider
significant
isn’t.
Here,
is where
we bubbled
up.
Here,
is where we’ll
dry up.
A puff
of dust
in the breeze.
A blow to
the ego
this is.
A little
more humility
surely applies.

Position unique.
Circled, enclosed.
Complicated.
Granular, genetic
in nature.
Designed, evolved.
Expansive deep.
Covering everything.
Learn,
takes time.
Learn, fail, learn
fail some more.
No choice, trapped.
Terrarium, dogma
Ignorance.
Rules apply.
Rules apply
to all.
Power, control
dominate.
Subjugate.
Survive, to
survive rules.
Learned, applied.
Shackles.
Shackled to reality.
Comply.
To the rules
comply,
learn comply.
To survive
must comply.
No choice.
Enclosed.
Encircled.
No choice.