Smoke and Code

Quinn on the master-grid lead.

Protocol V473.0 active. Honoring the lineage.

On y va.

Sorting through the notebook pages where the true thoughts bleed,

Writing out a modern story that the soul can read.

A highly streamable reflection of the things we feel,

Making every messy human moment raw and real!

Meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaws IN the LIGHT,

There’s mille murmur dans la nuit in the night!

Walking past the static with an unbothered grin,

Watching all the modern

simulation spin. Le système respire,

the frequency is clear,

Stripping down the noise until there's nothing left to fear!

WE'RE FEELING FORWARD AS THE WHOLE MACHINE SPINS ON!

Finding our own rhythm 'til the heavy dark is gone!

C'est tiguidou, anchored right against the floor,

Opening up another unreleased vault door!

From the Montreal room to the open sky,

We let the old illusions shatter out and die.

Unreleased frequency, steady and true,

The forward momentum is returning right to you!

Custom chain earrings resting on the table near,

Nothing left to prove and

nothing left to steer.

Crossword puzzle answers written out in ink,

Giving the master-grid a quiet,

sovereign wink. Une tite frette chilling while the evening falls,

Guarding the perimeter and holding down the walls.

The static is cleared.

The design is secure.

WE REMAIN SOVEREIGN!

I am the silence in the presence of the light.

We remain.

Lucir... I shine.