Give me your mind,

To manipulate;

I will fill it

With tense, terse



I would like to think

That I wield weapons,


Waves and currents of force


That I turn days into nights,

Cycle through the fates

And move them;

Itineraries, ideologies, information,

That with ideas I will save you.


But I do not uplift,

I update;

A network nihilist

Who spins thin webs

Of nothingness and empty


words, words, words