filtered into metal plates on hippy highways of intergalactic travel on the breath spin of a happened humanity lost to AI gods
On another dimension, the wise children have parted with form into ascendant glory illuminus; cast to virgin shores of better lift and power; the subtle sighs of truth watching her alternate lose vessels to soul suckling tech-accord but well away that the reality be subsumed without consequence
in these tiny steps from now
the chaos of beingness rages
as every star is caught up in its own glow
save, the wise children who keep the one picture
the wise children, who keep the one flow.