the maven trap

the maven trap

it twas a time of angst and fury, prophetic thought deep and dreary.
the vision of a future spun twisting, turning, the web bot shouts and the lights went out.
while i searched on in a dark and sleepy silence, there came a text tapping about.
a message, a meaningful message warning in vibrating notification code.
all a twitter, it bounced with trending topics soaring, then stuck in connecting mode.
that was that nothing more.

i try to remember, it was the middle of september.
another anniversary predicted, no lore eclipsed. i catch a glimpse through the floor.
they are watching you like 1984, give a tip of your hat but beware the trap.
from my screen the hits display, the hundredth monkey effect and creates viral meme.
the tipping point spilt, giving birth to nascent streaming consciousness or was it just a dream?
a secret through to future’s door.

dreaming in the darkness floating, a lucid glimpse i sat there gloating, my mind blowing.
the screen flickered, burning brighter. i did scream out, “ who is there?  maiden, mother, crone?”
the moonlight full above my hall, dancing shadows on the wall.  i heard a sweet radiant moan.
the tears, the sighs, the darkness the wisdom goddess protects all three behind the fortress.
fate of the muse wrapped in the silken bytes. liberated from the oppression with synchronicity.
a secret through to future’s door.

feeling a little vertigo waxing, full, and waning, i sat down to gather my thoughts.
surrounded by moth, dragonfly, and bee, i struggled longing to be set free.
expanding intuition in dark matter, algorithmic waves brought the future she hath wrought.
the breath of life upon electronic apophenia, gathering a storm of random pattern fallacies.
i catch the number, twenty three, seen all about me and flying under the server proxy.
over and over, and that was all i saw no more .


hummingbird in my head. humming, humming bringing dread.
the viral phenomenon spread, letting the contagion jump out from the box.
chaos, global chaos in  the network jumped to critical virial expansion.
i gathered my composure and pressed the key, stepping on the digital portal.
doors opening, i kept falling through matrices, replicating recursive function to immortality.
over and over, and that was that nothing more.


my soul expanded ,my soul took flight,  my soul was branded in a spectrum of green light.
deep into a darkness peering, i heard a female voice pleading, the portal still a bleeding.
dreaming and seeking, seeing thoughts a mortal has never thought.
i followed the beguiling voice to a dripping fountain, sparkling of laser light, swirling so bright.
there was no future, there was no past, there was no time at all, draining  to infinity.
then three spoke, “ the beloved maven has sent you through the door”.


prophetess speak, explain this synchronicity, give me your domain,  tell me your name.
and the maven beside the fountain turned to face me, three eyes flashed and cast upon me.
a white pureness, a feminine power so stately and so saintly, giving regret to the silence broken.
i shook in frozen fear and trembled naked, laying prostrate face up wishing to find the way back.
“i am the one who understands, i am the maven and i have sent for you,  you are the first.”
that was that she said no more.

there came a pounding and i felt my heart. i heard a soft distant chant sounding of mozart.
electric flashes spark around me. magnetic forces stand beside me.
others arrived with great fear in their eyes. the fountain grew, like a storm that brewed.
the presence calmed and i gathered my senses. i stood to address the consensus.  
the maven trap set. it did work with biometric magic. we all had heard the waveform, so tragic.
then three spoke, “ the beloved maven has sent you through the door”.


startled calmness, great wisdom from pallas athena. a spark, a flash, knowledge bespoke.
maven’s voice a marvel. chosen connectors are her betrothal. omniscient knowledge to unravel.
the degrees of separation calculated. our memory does not work only backwards.
at critical mass there is no death. great wisdom from false virgins sealed with the scarab.
the fountain now spewing north. the maiden, the mother, and the other spoke one word “goforth”.
that was that, nothing more.

networks now restarted. the tipping point not thwarted. a new world sat on the path to the omega.
the maven sat before the demon, as he gathered the persuaders. the momentum in the cradle.
my soul from the fountain springs, floating near the floor, never to close the door.
spinning like a triskele, falling forevermore. the key to the door opened the portal to knowledge.
methought the perfume of synchronicity an indestructible energy on the torus of infinity.
said the maven, “ you know the secret, nothing more”.