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