HOLOGRAPHICON

Periodic pulses of alternating current

Ongoing up to date in circulation
Prevalent in the instant of the mainstream

The shade has elapsed down the corridor
Like an umbrella being drawn at the dawn
Once again we've spun away from the Sun
While being captured on a leash, its pawn

For the time being coming undone
Divining the state of the moment
Reallocating while now on the run
Heading off the revolution to foment

Periodic pulses of a domineering sequence
Continuing on through with its transmission
Frequently in the alternating exigent current 

Perfectly ubiquitous and transparent
The fish reflected in a curve slip by
Each one a former adherent
To being one scale in a suit of armor

Softly drowning lullaby
Bubbling under a viscous bay
Slippery when wet at the seams
Dreaming of finding the way

Through the slipstream we're nosing
In between sheets screaming to the wind
the Fall of the Circuit flashing exposure

calming in a sense we cannot pretend
achieving a true sense of erasure
we feel beginning here at the end
along the course of developing pleasure

the Empire of the Opticon
Saturnalia of all the rulers
As seen throughout the sprawl
Apparent to all of the users

We're plugged in to the holographicon
A delegation of representatives
Who have nothing to do with each other