Inter

Inter -

He sews his eyes shut
With golden thread
He keeps his life up
With golden apples, so he said
He walks a long way
To the edge of earth and back
He lives a long life
Inside his head

The intertwingularity
Twinkles in the murky depths
He tries to tell me
That there is but nothing left
I walk and wonder
Gaia, god or simulacrum
I watch in wonder
Seeing all that has been said

He keeps his eyes shut
Clenching at the past
The fragments in his hands
Ethreal at least
He keeps his life up
Before the end of time
He sums his lies up
Before he comes out last

The interconnectivity
Shimmers in the open depths
He tries to tell me
That the world has just gone mad
I walk in wonder
Gaia, god or simulacra
I watch in wonder
Is this real or is this Memex