Am I winning?
Have I won?
Am I living?
Yes, I am.
Am I living?
Yes, I am
Have I lived?
Yes I have

Lo, and be hold
beholden’ on

this is the future, my future, your now,
you may change what comes next,

but my bit of this idea was thought
some time ago.

----
say stretch, tendere, eh, say stretch
yo’ sorry ol’ attent-attention

three sibling boys march past me
counting cadence, 30 per
hup two three

--- why is this so easy to see
as real in any
boy I ever knew, the boy who leads
is 12, the sarge is 8, pfc is 5,

War, The idea of war, itself, an imagined
anthropomorph

in many fantasy experiences, in tranced
story-wise, tuned to the game
as to life, these see war as game theory,

rage from another age
lurks among the liars, there flattened
on the inner edge of the wall they wished
to form from fear and hate idea viruses.

Yes, Seth’s original strain, pure conjectural
objects orienting precepticons…

Can you see me now?
Am I living?
Yes, I am.

Ecce **** Augmento.
Yah. You may say… whoso ever
or who so
ever or whosoever makes peace
appear

as here, at this point, in time
we think of as then and now, you know.

Wake up, take your watch.

Every shape is your shape
Shifting with the wind
Tricking the light
I look over my shoulder
I watch through the curtains
I rub my eyes
But your hair is just green brush
Your eyes a pair of parked headlights
Your footsteps rain trotting the ground
Hey, what’s it like
To exist as half god, half ghost?

Don't run from the darkness
Or hide from the light
Feel the wind in your hair
Like an eagle in flight
Hear the streams serenade you
With rivers of force
Go get lost in the jungle
Then chart a new course
Through the pages of time
Through the infinite void
A celestial God
In the shell of a droid
As you anthropomorph
Into going bananas
Embark on safaris
Of conscious savannas
So give us a roar
Young lion, with pride
Your spirit is taking
A wildebeest ride
A stampede in each stride
You step into unknowns
Of intelligent life forms
At home in their zones
Stoking firestorm surges
And blastin' the tunes
An explosion of colors
And sweet sonic blooms
To share in the moments
Of one with the earth
The umbilical cord
That was severed at birth
And now reconnecting
With wireless friends
To sentient shut down
Micro-processing trends
With a macro perspective
On worlds of deception
To scale heaven's size
To the peak of perfection