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Before we disappear into darkness

One last look into the mirror

 

A mind orphaned, colonised

Consumed, forsaking

This webbed enraptured self

For a smaller world

 

Encoded, owned

Possessed and sold,

Brittle, fractured, wired

Wound, and coiled

Infinitely stretched

To hang suspended

Oscillating in the static hum

Electrified with longing

Desire alternating with despair, departing

Scattered by this blind and furious wave

Through a new and ever-fluid world

 

Each to their own

Awash upon our distant golden shore

Enclosed, belonging, safe

Isolated from the satellite's roar

Its fading skeletal chatter

Drowning distant drums

 

Unfolding alone

One drowsy glowing day

Recurring, endless, pure

Illuminated in the slanting beams

Of long-gone glories restored

A hologram of memories implanted

Behold our miraculous future fulfilled

In nostalgia for a time that never was

Slave to the Algorithm

Lost soul

File not found

We eat, sleep, dream

And surrender to the inevitable

 

Fate foreseen

Slaves to the algorithm

 

Meanwhile

The gravitational pull

Of calculating darkness

Dictates the logical click and clack of exact clockwork

Which, lacking hesitation

Tells the time

 

It tells the time to tick and tock

Until the blossoming of identical flowers

In the electric forest

Announces the precise

Mechanical dawn

 

Lost souls

File not found

Numbered beasts

We eat, sleep, dream

Fate foreseen

Slaves to the algorithm

Lights in the sky

Dark days ahead

Identical Automata

Identical automata

Who belong, if anywhere, here

Frozen, in the half-lit neon

Until the heavens open

Pixels raining from a dead sky

Curses cast upon the waters

Flickering ghosts of time and place

The Age of Complicity

In the Age of Complicity

We look back in black and white

Seeing nothing but ourselves

Ones and zeroes

Drowning in a dazzle of pixilation

Stardust reflected in dead water

 

In the Age of Complicity

We are united

Conspiring with our designers

Our seducers

Sure to get all we deserve

 

In the Age of Complicity

We are all dreaming now

 

In the Age of Complicity

We are all individuals

Our names and fates coded

And inscribed in unknown languages

In the Book from the Sky

The End of this World

The end of this world will come

At the moment everyone least expects it

 

The end of this world will come

For reasons anyone could have predicted

 

The end of this world will come

A recognised recurring dream

Lost to memory each morning

 

The end of this world will come

When a voice, a human voice

Explains in simple words

Where we all went wrong

 

And still we will not see it

 

Until we fear the worst

The end of this world will come

The few cursed with hope

Doomed to disappointment

And damned with all the rest

 

Until we fear the worst

The end of the world will come

At the moment everyone least expects it

Places Only Visited in Dreams

Hypnotised,

Counting down into a dream

Grey, the colour of absence

Of a day without hope

 

Lost at the centre

Of  a city at the edge

Of a world without horizons

Satellites circle

Selecting your frequency

Chosen ones sheltered

Beneath the antennae

In space dislocated

Shining, reflected,    

Divided, enhancing

The weight of the waves

Done now with dreams

Beneath our feet the earth solidifies

And finally we know the weight of the world

As forward we tread

 

In the satellite’s footprint

To a place never visited, somehow always known

Hollow at the centre, where we, on a road

That begins and ends nowhere

Shall one day perhaps, meet

You Might Think

You might think - that this speech is

About your freedom, so

None shall dictate, None shall control

But really it's all about money

 

You might think - This song is about love

Transcendent, aching, ecstatic,

Joining those who truly belong

 

Or maybe just sex - Jointed, rhythmic, surging

Blood and brains and urgent bodies

 

But really it's about money

 

You might think - This message is about protection

Keeping all you hold precious

Sheltered, safe from harm

Safe from all who'd trample, ruin, steal

It calls out to all the love you bear

In your heart for your home

But no.        This message is really about money

 

You might think - This word is about salvation

Good news with the power

To end all fear

To heal body and soul

But the truth is - This message is about money

 

You might think - This message is about justice,

Restitution, nostalgia

Longing for lost time

But remember - This message is about money

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