i was a teenage isp


there were sources and light pipes, giant chords with spinal significance a backbone for etherie, a right to continuity...
looking into the screens and knowing where the future fusion came from... from right now!, we thought in superconscious delight... the building of hyperterrestrial prisms and sacred space convergences overlayed and twisted together as a helix for a new being - matter meets divinity and the surge becomes itself for the first time and forever... somewhere in the background was the timecode, and it signaled a speed at which all landscape blurred, and depending on how trained your eyes were at picking up deep space signals, you either saw only a blur, or still caught every image - just accelerated to emerge a new kind of information high... no one really knew... it was electricity in a divinely evolved coordination... switches and pulses and command prompted unity into the architectures of all visions and epiphanies... successful mirror contour, communion to source... it was hidden in time, and evolved and unwound in a strange circumference that at times had no meaning... at other times, it was survival... and still more mutations emerged every moment... and now its something else...
we are quantum
we are technology
we are nameless
we emerge
constantly
from the place of unconscious co-creation...
of nightmares and distortion...
innocence forgotten in the shadow of presets...
as for the children, they saw it clearly...
tonite they watched in dreams for the defragmentation of the archaic microtonal memories
of the quarantined warrior stance and became children again...