Filtering Thru the Pseudorandom

 

Terrorists and tourists blighting the landscapes with their escapades
The land bound locals look on in horror
The emotion of greed, infecting the networks and their intersections, with a fog that won't fade
Except for the climaxes of the conquerors.


Gotta get giggy ,and get in touch with clarity,
To soldier on beyond the boundaries of the mind
Where you can blow out the emotions, stilled by verity,
Entwined in electricity, realigned

On a sandbar of love, coming in with the tide.
Realizations coming in waves
Sensations out of the box, hands untied
Moments that chime the times and charm the shadows in the corners of caves

Flickering towards freedom
Filtering thru the pseudorandom.