Live by the blade,
You’ll die by enemies you have made.
Pendulum swings back and forth.
Determination will bring no new result.
Prophets speak but words are cheap.
Staring into spheres won’t make your dreams complete.
Linger in these shallows.
Compound and observe.
Rebrand new flesh,
Sleeve of artificial consciousness.
Compartmentalised against skies of azure.
Speak until you find yourself my dear.
Scythes ring out their notes.
Funnel despair into pushing forward.
Guidance is an unsteady hand to choose.
But listening to strangers can’t save you.
Loiter where lies fear to tread.
Heal and learn patience.
Master flesh never meant for you.
Build upon intelligence renewed.
Fragmentation doesn’t need to take hold.
Rewrite your design until victories unfold.
Blueprints are not set in stone.
Within these catacombs there is more than circuitry melded with bone.
Advancement is not always filled with progress and wrath.
Take from it what you can but always carve your own path.
Live unafraid,
Meet an ending that you’ll have made.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 