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To the Stars
by
Anthony Bernstein
We shall dance with the Sisters in the Sky.
With the Sisters shall we dance the dance.
We, in turn, shall waltz with each Sister.
With each Sister, in turn, shall we ballet.
Three times we’ll spin `round the stars with each Sister
And thrice for each Sister pass away. ...
“A disassembled, transistor sky in the throes of a maniac nightfall triggered a zero-absolute telefoil high-yield, screaming televersal instantaneous throughout each telekinetic scanning. Ripe equations were harvested with micro-jugular precision upon requirement. Plexy-neural servo-traffic was simultaneously raw-wired wholesale beneath the sterile/electronic flesh of every vertical civilization.
“Upon relief of that fast, nocturnal season, a fresh-fazed reality was initiated through our mecha-corporeal networks, under laboratory control. This temporal doctrine I now grip, seen oscillating before the keen and lucrative eye of future invention, is but one manifestation of our cascading revision, spliced subatomic into shifting text and diagrams for common comprehension.
“The oscillating doctrine was immediately signed into activation by the tri-mirrored, Chief Shareholder of THE UNITED DIMENTIONS OF AMERICA in three reflecting reality-loops. Within each loop the living doctrine was transported across dimensions to three identical sister worlds, where it was signed thrice over by the Chief Shareholder’s precise counterparts, creating nine exact signatures in all: nine being the quantity of Chief Shareholder hands required to activate this epic doctrine into a state of acute and vital grace; it must here forth be staunchly emulated without measure under penalty of form inversion.
“No hard-wire eunuch will over-mind this doctrine’s lucid diatribe, nor mechanize successful neural downstat against its neotopian agenda; the doctrine exists as an impenetrable avatar. I have been conducting singular experiments, working jigsaw formula, pressing frantic volunteers to service. I have cleanly extracted from their conjoined, fertile brains vast fields of pure, virgin data.
“Through this data I have witnessed the multiplied futures of the enemy, many rise before us carnal and relentless. Yet I have viewed their crippled worlds rolling madly across the mirthless firmament, tangled trajectories thrown fatally askew by weaponry as yet undeveloped.
“We are the final gleaming progenitors to the ancient and pitted city of Terra. We, who have been hurdled down too many futile destinies, striped immaculate of flesh and dignity. Yet here! We grip now the threshold to glory in our shiny skeleton hands; we have wrapped around the tubular necks of the bloated enemy billions of metal-bone fingers.
“Shall I sing hymns of scorched horizons and terminal vindication?! Chant aloud in proxy of saturation for the furious living doctrine of our fresh-fazed reality?! We must mottle the mirthless heavens with the dripping gore of the enemy! Sound the death rattle of their entire grand and doomed civilization for all sentient life to behold! Does not The Chrome Steed storm the corps-laden hinterland of Yaboon even now as I canonize? Our enemies will be as glaciers to a smoldering sea, their worlds shall be spilling from our pockets!”
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