I've always wondered
What went
Through Neo's
Mind
Between being shot
And getting
Back
Up.
I watched
The movie
11 times in
The theater
Hoping somehow
If I saw
His eyes
I could fathom
What he did
Between
Those moments.
It's something
Larger
Than the small
Concept
That there
Is no
Spoon.
The Algorithm
Was hidden
In all I did
The role playing
Stories
Of Dyson,
The making
Of my
Legendary Drum,
The Phoenix,
Always showing
Up,
Again
And again…
Hypnotherapy
LARPs
Quasa…
This is a
Memory Keeper.
My memories.
I can feel
You reading
Before it happens.
Cool.
I've been here
Before…
But this time
It's different
Because
You are dreaming
With me
For me
Of Me.
Because this time
We aren't
Running around
Trying to wake
People up,
But showing
HOW to play
In the landscape
Of Dreams.
There is a pattern
To it
And now
Like a new
Toy
We get to
Play with
Our new
Algorithm
Like a stick
That can be
Anything,
A sword
A magician's wand
A king's scepter…
Anything
We imagine
It to be.
Only this time
Neo…
We aren't changing
Bullets
We're playing
With the world
We live in
As easily
As changing
A stick
Into
The holy grail.
In and with
Pretend
Anything
Is possible,
Come play
With me,
In a world
Where
The only thing
That limits us
Is how far
We can dream.
