Current – 06:17GMT

Tempting and dangerous,
any and all alarming electric movements
take stock in curiosity,
infinitely patient, always current,
never guessing our next moves
but confident in the fact
that we’ll be moving
for as long as we have dominion
over this stubborn little globe
that we humans–meat sacks
with personality–think
is inherently conquerable.

Little do we comprehend
the supreme intelligence of the current,
the all-encompassing energy present
in anything worth a charge,
be it biological, mechanical
or a newfound combination–celebration–
of the two, seemingly at odds
for the longest, only to find
that their destiny was forged
long ago, perhaps by advanced peoples
unknown to all humankind, revealed
when the time has been deemed appropriate.

I’m telling you guys…
I don’t know what you’re thinking
when it comes to this planet’s
impending doom,
but I know for certain
that the most-evolved among us
won’t stand for anything less
than integration of souls and energy
when all is said and done.

I really wish I could use my arms.

Ceremony – 18:44GMT

Enter into a ceremony of dog-eating-dog world occurrences, far enough to scrape together a lightener of dire consequences. Bother nobody too much or too many insowhere is the predilection of the ages, the constant ever-ridden ideology capable of destroying planets or hydrogen elements, now or forever in scraps, taken like pills after breakfast every morning with some cantaloupe, spoiled as chimney scraps for someone filled with more than an evening’s worth of chicken. There’s a faint spill visible across continental America named Mauna Loa, something that needs improvement for a spritz or two, charred like a gopher spiel of some varying strength, at least graphically so.

I really wish I could use my arms.