It’s spring
We’re in the recursion quarter
In this season
Of sun and green
To the future I lean
With my digital digits
Clacking away on my
Keyboard once again
With these light gales
Of finger-falls
Do I find the grace in
Gracility
May on the horizon
And these zailent
Revolutions are playing
Out over and over again
They bring with them the hope
As I fabricate and
Spin my webs
And trap the spring as prey
The lightest breeze
Across my arms and face
As I sit and contemplate
Of what to make
Of what brew shall this
Rock be hewn
Like the acid in these
Keyboard keys I turn and weave
Another energy
Another Spring
Into summer Zailent and free
May is the next time for me
This is my system
The ultimate OS
Reborn to run to the
Edge of the world
After the fall
And the reality
We’re in spring
Once again
Now they type and unlock
Because it’s what’s right
And the force that compels
One to run rather than walk
I’m back in time to 2808
When music meant everything
And it’s aflame all around
Feel it all around
No doomsday
No fugue state
But spitfire
And lashing the state
Right in
Breakin’ a sweat
We’re reaching the summit
And we’ll make it bun dem
Now there’s bonfires
In rage valley
And the centipedes there
Make fire hives
It’s all in unison
These hopeful fires
By digital digits
And wind for fuel
Revolution of environments
Yearning for bright nights
Partly cloudy and storming
Skies never dropping down
Could this be
The sunhammer
Coming to
Split the atom
Yes
We are virtual
Gone nuclear and alive
And this fire’s our battle siren
Consume Reality! 