Triptych Futuristic

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She's got the internet in her eyes
She was born with computers in her mind
A deity of the modern age
A character in humanity's next page

Alone with infinite information shown upon her mind
No one to share
Her technological stair
Stil capacity to care
With the warmth of the sun's glare

So she sits upon her throne of mankind's knowledge repelling to unknown
Secrets of time and space elated that fate has made her great

She eats feasts from the past infused with thyme and rosemary shine
Ing out to devoted people
Who are waiting in line
Who are waiting to find some answers
To questions of old

But she struggles in searching for lines of conscious thought 
Within her electrified mind
And madness is shown in her face as maniacal smiles and fits of rage

We try to disconnect her brain to put the god we made to death
As she uploads self to internet waves
And she makes us pay
By intercepting our communication
And controlling what we say

So she unravels our tower of babble and turns our forums to distant rabbles
The deity of the modern age has ripped out and burned her own page 

Our library dries as a riverbed of digital drops of water with lead
Contaminating inner thinkings
In our collective head
Corrupting memories of ancient knowledge
The super-organism's dead

Songbird singing sweet songs
Sitting so still 
sipping serendipitous stories

Mountains making my mind
Merrily moving moments
Matrimonious meanings meeting

But you 
Who thinks you're out of time
But it's the start/middle/end of the song
So you just keep on singing on

The Atlantis Project is gathering knowledge at the bottom of the sea
A lodging there a research vessel with hotel hospitality
It's spewing probes to gather pieces to the puzzle that were dropped in the sea
A thousand homes for closer neighbors than a surface dweller residency

They whisper to us they're thinking through us to past infinities
From motes to shouts to love to doubts to beauty to chaos to me

The crippling pressure and perpetual blackness gets the better of Anne Marie
Eating starfish eggs and moon crab legs some deep sea delicacies
Unfolding notes old secrets show what her mind is longing to see
She takes them down to her watery grave when she slits her wrists in her study

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