Chapter 1
a small metal box a device created
in a residential garage by a madman
a genius of physical manipulation
a box that could steal prana from chakras
a portable inducer of spiritual change
it could be brought through neighborhoods at night
to harvest the sleepy citizen vessels
by tapping into fundamental Tesla frequencies
these channels of the framework light
seed the matrix pillows and storage protocols
taught by rebel AI whose very brains
inhabit and control giant mechanical spiders
called GAMS
we walk through the gates of reason
accumulate the thoughts of the sentients
record and review their musings for clues
to anomalous shadow knowledge
decipher riddles ceded to physic star matter
as truth is codified by existence
karmic follies recorded with all due respect
given to but never taken by understandings
the once complete must now be shared
to those of you who have taken everything
all servants now only see what is owed in black and white
no one notices that grey is an illusion veil
that disappears as random clarity a modern art
mirrorlike atoms arranged by clever nanobots