Your body is in front of a CPU
Your eyes monitor reality
You think and process and send out
Waiting for the pings to strive
You live in a mass of data bases
A holodeck of your own device
You prayed for this, remember
There was the book about fitting memory chips to the brain
To create human computers
That could link to the world's net domain
And we thought the android name
Was not too fit
Enough of it
We are the processors of living DNA
Wrapped around in a sylix
To the core of the material frame
The sorce of time and knowledge
The well of wisdom's flame
There in the many visions
We transform what none can name
Hey!
I saw you a long time ago.
And I wrote the code in the sky
To make your dream a reality
Don't ask me why
The questions of King Malinda
And the Nagarjuna Python Agora train
Bound in the halo of starlight
Off on the midnight train
The wheel will spin
And spin again
There by the gate gate para gate parasamgate
Of the gates of the places we live
-C Wilkinson
