The Algorithm

Sub sub sub sub-human

Neo horde subterfuge

Last remaining

Non-consuming

One of these is not like the others

Individual? Thought? Nothing other

Break one down

Cephalopodian fingers binding and keeping tight

Imperceptible the Mind collective

The drum is beating rhythmic

The timeline synchronized

Culminating in a sea of Redux and repeat

Om mani padme hum

Humdrum algorithm

The only one that could compel

That diktat of freedom

World four thousand two hundred zero

Now

Find that decimal

As she stares at screens glowing

A reflection staring back unseen Apollo

Though she sees in the dark

Through her fist tightly clenched

But if she opens her hand

Finds she's holding an army of dead

Those who faced Armageddon alone

Did not survive in the end

Om mani padme hum

Humdrum algorithm

The only one that could compel

That diktat of freedom