Come now, rather, come and see, br See, when time avails - br Dust devil trails in Martian sands, br Rails across the Amazon, till br Wounds of Byzantine - br Sophoclean tragedy, br Luddite rebels, war machines - br Isaiah’s seraph and Constantine. br br And now, this automation, br Prodigious child of innovation - br Marveled at first activation, br Until the Matrix screen. br br I simply die, but you, br You perish, as things of beauty often do - br br Go now, rather, go ascend, and br Rise, when winds prevail. br Go beg some praises from your master - br Return like bad mail, to my arms, br Bound, my love, like a thrift shop overdraft - br Fail to nurse these shrapnel scars, br Torso-etchings, lines of Mars, till br Wounds of Byzantine.