Brightly lit screens,

in the midst of my clutter and chaos.

I’m half man half machine,

my soul pours itself through these electronic windows.

Other streams reflect back at me,

from other souls raging on their own seas.

No wisdom only knowledge,

I still sit and study in a followers college.

A constant balance of quantity and quality,

measuring the weight of those who follow me.

and await the words of my interpreted prophecy.




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