E-Ode to Lone Gun 30

To break on thru
You needed 3 codes
To access your fast, new future….
The white of the long boxes
Lay in the synthetic air
Empty and eager
For the info-rich; the well-connected select.
The GUI you’d souped up; fully primed,
For the hidden space; it was the darkened place
To seek out, download and exec the correct face.


The Oracle’s implants you knew
Lay locked and idle, fast inside you
Pulling the sweat out;
It was not a full-proof zone
To go it alone
The data had some old bones
And only Hope10 said they’d been picked for you;
Some sympathetic SYS-Lord or Supa-man; a hacker-guru….
With the blessing of the Oracle.
You punched in the cool key sequence
Rattled some bones of your own
And the words were yours;
Ripped or copied out, razor-quick;
Pasted into the pocket of your sharp e-senses
Console-tuned.
Before any ghost trace glimmered up in the system;
Hawk-Mods zeroing in, to swoop down
Savagely.


For then you were gone, out-drifted,
User-proof and secret select;
Chanting the password;
Chanting the net charm same as the real: that it’s ‘who you know
Not what’ -
That helps a wired-in, fixated soul break out;
To make it
Phreaker/jacked; outbound
For higher levels of art and soft command,
Secreted and un-jaded; jamming forth
Unto the know-zones;
Education–weighed; a mind-tune set-up
Wet-modified; emblazoned
For the better control of worlds....

I see you Lone Gun, I see you sigh;
It falls down to me from some new high u ride….
And I expose my eyes;
We did hear false, brilliant chimes in our accelerated time -
So I raise my misty glasses unto you;
I expose my eyes;
I throw u this goodbye…….

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from 'Gathered on This Beach'