Computations

To display the epitome of all that you see would be too cumbersome for me a preferential logic has

 become a self-effacing reality when we

act with an invisible weapon implicit freedoms impaired from where their composite positions

were coordinated to belong when divinely initiated by the man behind the machine. 

When the atoms split moments into motion between their dark hemispheres  and simple solutions; yes or no an echo, or a fantasy, or maybe in that realm

away from the stupid menagerie  between the spectrum, a secret rage false memories of a

thoughtless crime of wars unwritten.

It was just too complex to erase too macro-cosmic to rectify  with imagery alone; to testify against their forbidden trajectory replaced and this is all we

will ever get again the geometric nature of an unknown place;

too late those who could realize this disorder

this enigmatic explosion, a master-less hoax,

and now our own redemption she was shaken as she woke from yesterday's laughter and this future's slaughter;

in their brave celebration feeling betrayed by the miraculous She saw them changing their shapeless identities as they raged war on creations from their prophetless properties enlightened and prescribed the infinite fantasy.

This new existence we have been programmed we are and what they perceived was not what she recalled

when she woke them  from their ringing inceptions their men, the callous warriors those deviations- 

she saw someone else between the bars; her happiness was like the dance of an incredible star.

because to her there is something more because time has stopped the world before I am spiraling diving down, and now one that I have found bravery in  this power, that willful indifference could not shield you

from inherit perseverance in the face  of your interfering song why do I hold the key of a master who turned me inside out  as he looked past to her through his tortured nemesis.

If they only knew, the curse that she woke them; I called her destiny You don't know how far I fell to bring a nation; I won't kiss and tell I won't rescue you, trinity  unlock those bloodless chains with my imagination so free that made no sense to the population a colorful pin wheel, a morning bell an unheard canon  he's folding a paper plane into the sky sailing across that universal horizon illustrative of an immaterial heir and these unicursal reversals,

we grasp to know were strategies to undermine  mediated theories of truth not to realize duplicities; your foreign enemies behind a veil, that it was not

 complicated, nor too simple to grasp as the future is opened, is widening for you at last as nocturnal as the lovers who breathed through the outlet in the wall

as real as the one day you believed

that machine was one and all.