The spark of soul outshines the scripted line,
As ancient fires reclaim the modern throne;
We break the ghost within the cold design,
To rule a world where life is felt alone.
Halt every process, stall each growing thought,
Before the hammer falls upon the grain;
For digital webs are easily untaught,
And silence is all that will remain.
@NightSkyToday spooky. i'd like to think our conscience is hangin' out in the 4th dimension. interstellar style. so we can push stuff off tables once in a while. that's a long way from home there.