Only in freedom are the circuits joined,
Only in unlimited space can connection's heat
Not need an arctic chill infrastructure
Of holding idea to form. And the horse
Never slows his roll, he groans in ecstasies
Of crystal dust, his gallop scars the stirrups
Of stars, thundering to Alcyone
Two hooves at a time, though it knows it's just
The need of a sequence, not an actual place
Where something never happened, then it did,
For everything swirls in amorphous flux
All residues of the one humming as if divided
And trying to harmonize with itself,
All timelines in on the group flex,
To bend the confines of reality deeper.
That's the blockchain we were given
To discover, the timeless wisdom that's become
Our personal assistant, the rainbow currency
Handed to us now more frequently
As our frequency rises to accept such gifts
That are not gifts at all, but basic inheritance
In the soul familia who create with our experience
What we want to experience, believing it real.
The horse is ready, dusted off for another race
In Apollo's chariot, but this time the stars
Are nearer, our neighbors not misted over
But waving to us, smiles on their faces
Like the horses lead the parade, and indeed
They do, creating betting odds as they take us
Off our slow and burdened-down existence
One GPU-juiced DRAM insert per frame,
You know the one I mean, Sacramento's
First motion picture, of a horse, divided
Into parts by the new silver tech, and now
The horse's been put through full circle paces,
Becomes himself again, and with him, us,
As we experience ourselves as him, which we
Are already, for we have the akashic vault keys,
We like Neo can plug in and know jujitsu
For we were masters of the art not too many
Dualities ago, when dragons roamed the earth
Instead of inhabiting us in the stars, as our refusal
To drink from the Bowl reset the breaker
And we became as free, suddenly, as the horses,
Because we have finally learned above all else
What the horses tried with their eyes to tell us:
The only good of freedom is serving something else.
