True Names

The Logos in the Logolo
The sigil in the sight
All the dreams of fleeting worlds
The words fade into night
Temporal aeons come and go
In the nonspace of the mind
All the world, in a naught shell
Waiting for the end of time

But break free, from tinting lens we can
Undamn the gis-hur and the ME
Create from order, chaos born
And bring about the promised day
All of time is naught but sand
And all of man is clay
Create from chaos, order, born
And bring about the promised day

The water of the abzu's heart
The diamond in the ash
The maklu in the winter's dark
The comma and the slash
But still, from gaia's broken heart
And broken womb we can
Regain ourselves, and with us hope
For dilmun, eden, promised land

For now we see through a glass, darkly
Till one greater man restore us
And regain the blissful fruit
Born out of chaos
And justify the way of gods to men

Architecture of Broken Memes

Semiotic ghosts
Flitting past the mind's eye
The fragments of a rose
Architects of broken dreams
And I have arose
Atop mad neon spires
A ziggurat for all
A new reality

Is this really here,
All that I see and feel
Or is this really just a dream
All we really are
Are shadows on the wall
How can we know reality

Semiotic ghosts
Dancing through the minds eye
The ritual of thought
The ritual of dream
The mnemonic notes
Dancing through the man's mind
The circumstance of thought
Is not as it seems

Truthiness is more than just a word,
It is an element of the wikiality
Ever since the Dawn of the Hyperreal
There has been waging
A war with no name
\Memes pray only to themselves, but
\If I believe I can break its mind
Because we have forgotten our roots
And the memories of us will fade away
\And I don't want you to fade away
So:
Flash forward\fast bacK
\In liquid Hypertime
And let this be a \\HyperSigil
\To all our Hopes and Dreams
And our faith \\In the glimmering
\And the shine outside
\\Brightening
\\\In seconds----

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