found-ten-heads (I’m still alive and ... well... )

clock addicts keeping score
waiting for the next feed
in time for the starting line
re-constructing
a past disguised as the future

I scheme, you scheme
the war of line-drawing
virtual construction dreams
and something that was once
and shall yet be

(we’re all secret agents, here in annexia)
being re-awakened
slowly, so as not to arouse
the reality cops,
plead the 23rd

“it’s all a game, right?”

(my genetic predecessor alter-ego can be found at daoistraver for those who didn’t know already)