Of fear and apprehension, it began
Where such dreams usually remain
The uneasiness of the cold
Of friends, long lost; never to return
Of games, gray carnage
Multifaceted scarab jeweled rooms
I wish I could share the fullness
I wish I could show
My words are weak
Rhymes slack, incomplete
Goose prickles, pricked
Handling a dark force
Or was it a shadow diffuse?
Not quite black, of darkest Raven gray
It started as many do; a game
A blast from the future, high techy
The vision clear, clean, crispy hd
I played it with old friends
A morose feeling, a morbid specter
I beat them and took over
Took over their toons
Took over their towns
Took over hearths and battlefields
Their scrapes all mine
Moral quandary: was I bad? Was this evil I did?
I waited and watched myself; I felt through
I did not kill
I took them and their space; techno superiority
Other humans were as changed as I
I cannot lie; I loved Raven gray
I could influence how they acted, reacted
Women desired, offering their fruit
Men respected, erecting monuments
Only techno surge valid
Resistance, early on
In fly’s multi-puristic eye
Techno swarm warped and changed
Swallowing tv’s, computers and power cords
Molded and shaped, it grew as I desired
I enjoyed the power
Others wagged wars of influence against me
I sired techno creations I cannot describe
I sighed deep
The unspeakable perhaps speak able in an age or millennia
7th great grandchild I’ll never spawn
The dream went on and on
Patients in dental offices become part of me
Their lights and drills rearranged
Each adding a vertisie
A new territory to my electric superhighway
My fever pitch techno world domination
Nearly all rooms small cream and white
Unlike many an emerald dream
I teleported between easier than lazy thumb on remote
It was a merry time
Toward the end, I build new friends
They evolved as I assisted
Absorbing transistor radios, hooked on phonics and queer cyber junk
Only Elon would know
They became my sentries
As my friends grew, I grew the raven gray web
Ever growing, never ebbing
Cryptic stamps scattered about
Forgive dear reader, I cannot quite remember
T’was edge of tongue; Edge of dream
Each message special
Tapped above monitors and across Tamagotchi
As I warped between channels expanding
The worries grew again
Was it wrong to use Raven’s gray?
Was it wrong to hold sway?
I never hurt if I could avoid and never killed
I pushed fear out of mind, combining techno friends larger
In Othello, I was neither black nor white
None could withstand our gray wave crashing
Ever changed in color and view
I wish you could have seen it!
It was a merry time!
Countless nodes build and spread
What a thrill!
The farther we grew across the verse of tiny white rooms the more comfortable I felt
The more powerful
I was not Caesar
I was curious what I could do
Curious what my friends could become
I fed them heaps of Radio Shack
They morphed like transformers
Deciding their own shapes
I would offend you by trying to describe
I am but humble scribble
Even a dream king has his limits
Load of Evangelion techno-crap
Fry’s special for my silicon knights
A thousand lifetimes and more in dreamscape
Never have I ever teleported, delicious precision
I saw it all at once my insect eye
Feminine technology grew beside me
In voluptuous shape I recognized
From a heap of cords, chips, techno-trash
I assisted with her digestive track
Her desire to be like me
Techno heat, man met machine
Nothing about our lover’s tryst clean
She wanted new springs for our loins
I had a hand in the sporting
I cannot describe the first techo-human spawn we bore
The second, we allowing to grow as it pleased
Plato’s masterpiece; Picasso’s speckle
It was of her and I, yet so very much more
I was proud as he/she/it grew
I continued with my conquest
Until every white cloak was my shade, our Raven’s gray
There was no need to raid after a time
My minions of the techno voice
Us creatures from another dimension
Expanded to the stars
Resistance was futile
I was Steve Jobs
I was Wozniak’s cheery chuckle
More than meets the eye
I can’t lie, the power was intoxicating
The sexiest technita I’ll never meet again
Download love and upload infatuation
Regurgitating chips into her mouth
She my baby bird mainframe
Our union for neither of us
The Xgen, the prodigal patch
The updated and upgraded son, reviled and revered
Jealously as thick as blackberry jam
Who were they to tell us who we could love?
Outlanders to our silicon dynasty
Not a single room in all of Siliconia didn’t bear our Raven’s gray
It was the time of times and I knew it
I never wasted a moment
What was Fred the former hello kitty toaster doing in Zetta 337?
Did he need aux cord or cat 7 from Cappa 0349b?
Ever glad to assist a friend, young or seasoned
I needed no reason
Mas beauty, mas energy, mas intelligent
Fused in every techno beat, style and shade
I must confess I am no technophile
My words welter weight to Snorlax
I am merely your humble scribbler
A short tippy tappy across the techno verse
