1. |
carpe praedam
01:45
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Corvi breach the hull
Boarding has begun
Shields and armour donned
Blasters primed...at the ready
Mag-boots thud ‘cross the bridge
Between the two ships
Vacuum all around
Space: the pirate frontier
Lasers puncturing the skin
Lung stuff is leaking out
Shouting abounding
Now all around all is sound
For just one moment calm
Descends, a quiet before a storm
Plunder booty rape death
A pirate frenzy
carpe praedam
Tricorne crowned
He strides amongst
The bodies of those
His cohorts have made lie cold
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2. |
5 to 5
02:38
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Double gloved, he turns the key
Engine roars against the howl
Tires grip on compacted snow
The horizon white, unforgiving cold
Another day begins, 5 to 5
The siren rings
Another shift begins
Turn the key, the engine stalls
Wipers fight to subdue the squall
He squints his eyes and sighs aloud
His icy breath his only friend
The siren rings
As the longed-for weekend begins
After hours
Trudging home
Bleary eyes
Swaying legs
Heavy head
Tired mind
Plenty of empty spaces
But nowhere to hide
From himself
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3. |
Adrift (i) semisomnus
02:03
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There was something not quite right about the dream,
Something off about it at the edges.
As if it was not fully formed,
or rather had begun to decohere and drift off,
As if it’s very fabric was unsettled.
And there was a soundtrack building
Somewhere off in the distance,
A thumping tribal incessance,
(Or perhaps, he mused,
It was coming
From inside his own head)
Maybe it was blood pumping.
And interrupting from within
Maybe it was only mindless chatter
A cacophonic and empty din
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4. |
res gestae
01:31
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We shook the fiery citadels
We subdued ovine proles
We wrote our names in neon
Were written in their scrolls
We dared to dream, to linger
As legends of the stars
non omnis moriar
exegi monumentum
aere perennius
regalique situ
pyramidum altius
They came for us
Usurpers of acquisition
They came for us
To despoil that which was ours
We bent the will of heavens
Dragged planets in our thrall
We thundered through the cosmos
No orbit was too small
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5. |
A light dusting of snow
04:20
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Take a moment and breathe deeply
Are you sure that things are as they seem?
Gather thoughts
Corrupted as you are
By the emptiness of everything
Count to ten and think
Count again and ponder
Count once more to ensure
You haven’t confused
What is with what is not
Shake yourself
To wake yourself
To face yourself
And see what’s there
Embrace the dichotomy
Of your every instantiation
Pull on the threads of every past you
Weave them together
Pattern matching be damned
There’s no need to fear
Or to shed vain regret
No one else ever saw
What you thought of yourself
See the past for what it was
And the now for what it’s not
Hold that thought
Drink it down
As if your life was all your own
Hold that thought
Drink it deep
As if awake was really asleep
Count back from 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2…
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6. |
Terraforming
03:08
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import remprog
remprog.connect(target = hippocampus)
brain_recursion = remprog.map([remprog.map(neuron) for neuron in remprog.neurons])
dreamwaves = remprog.listen(state=REM).quantum_FFT()
dreamwaves.autoencode(transform=hyperloglog)
remprog.train(dreamwaves.latent_space.sample())
remprog.generate().filter(match = terrorforms.db(id=subject))
brain_recursion.incept(remprog.terrorforms.fractal_inversion())
remprog.recohere()
disconnect()
While the mind sleeps, the brain reprograms its neurons.
Recalibrating the memories to fit your presumptions.
We're interfering; this program erases identity.
Exquisite torture; manipulation of the chem-trails.
Pure terror forming in patterns of fractal recursion.
N02 atmosphere collapse; event horizon crossed.
Hypercosmic mag
car park blast
fear
beard pride
five
remprog
recohere
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7. |
Self distancing
04:28
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Unshackled and free
He gets to his feet
The remnants of sleep
Lie pooling beneath
A thaw of a past life
Once its snow has withdrawn
A mask and disguise
That were worn long afore
He slews off the gown
A former snake self
The smile on his face
Rewriting the frown
Waiting just underneath
A light dusting of snow
An alternate other
Him’s ready to pounce...
(He) let’s that him in
Flooded with sin
Begins practicing
Some self-distancing
Dressed in new skin
(Stitched) from deep down within
Until there’s nothing
No (more) self-distancing
Anamnesis
Remembers the sun
Remembers the rain
As it came gushing down
Like their hate and their flames
Remembers the times
When he knew who he was
What he wanted and who
He thought he could have been
Why so distant now
Why so disparate
Why so lost, afeared
Why can’t he see a way forward
What we are today, we have never been before.
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8. |
parce caedem
02:06
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And once...
He finds his feet again
Gets up to speed again
Plundering, pillaging
Stealing to stay afloat
Tricorne crowned, blood besmirched
Grinding foes into dirt
Doing whatever
Or whomever floats his boat
O to be feared ‘cross the whole
Of time and space
To be known as the one
Blastbeard’s ancestral son
O to be feared ‘cross the whole
Of time and space
An intergalactic
Hypercosmic disgrace
Ahoy and astern and athwart
And aprowl again
Render to Caesar
All that is due to him
Hyperspace, milky way
Inter and intra space
Booty both monetary
And trans-planetary
Wanted signs abound now
His ugly mug, lopsided grin
Wanted signs abound now
His ugly mug, staring back at...
o to be wanted
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9. |
Adrift (ii) xenopod
03:53
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I think we’re losing him, you know
His breath seems shallower
Brain activity
Is descending sharply
I can’t quite make out
what he’s trying to say
Some fumbled mumbled half sense
“Wanted?” “Scrolls?” “Afloat?” “Hope?”
I think we’re losing him, you know
His breath seems shallower
His body is rejecting
The Remprog overlay
In the rain there are air-drops
In the sky there are grass stains
Underfoot the sun’s burning
on high rivers and lakes loom
Lasers whistle from eye-lids
Lungstuff issues from mag-boots
All around there is dancing
Fighting, grasping, 5 to 5 to 5
He’s convulsing
His heartbeat’s arrhythmic
Ready the paddles
Prep the inhibitors
Now stand clear
And administer
He’s flatlining
Ready the charges again
Blastbeard’s at the helm
Are you listening?
The course is set,
The plan’s in motion now
So fire up all the engines
And let’s take them down
This booty is all ours
We shall not restrain our hands
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