aliens waking me up
saying we heard the news
in our ears, soul free liberty music
singing from its entrapment
talking new glam
new regions shadows and plains
truly no longer a man
perhaps more than a wave
a pattern of steps
repeating endless variations
until played out
or improved upon
which i have done
at some instant
degradation may cause
more than exponential loss
almost always
altering more than imagined
worth at least a song
like wise a melody