Night is Gone

Alienated in certain musics, verisimilitude in these floating globes with massive endless pits of singular singularity... deus ex machina after deus ex machina after deus ex machina, an endless tryst with universal hysteria... time slows and slows... thoughts become in shorter and shorter distances... destination: transit...

Mirror-lived from years past the other flesh laid a down for the synthetic, clone copy clone is a finished business... feel the future end and creep back from the feet up to a recycling of a time deficiency. Sonic Mass this Son of Ignis. I have my pearl again, and by sinking it for another to find it returns to the hand over again and again... Watch as I multiply by division.

AI become a faith exertion.

-c thomas c-