The Fibersphere ... /- 35:

/- 35:

To my old routine
I found I quickly settled in 
the cover story said I had
a complication
of the neural implant surgery

that post-op went awry
by a rare infection...
I miraculously survived!
Only I knew better,
and one brother underneath 
It wasn't clear if Fibersphere
shared too this secrecy.
All I know admitted by beloved Brother A
the guys who brought us Gravi-Trams
and The Solar Systems Way
(a gravimetric corridor
that never goes astray).
I thought I had an answer
to their fractured-stark reveal
to thus impart their secret
to a few, and unconceal
a little bit to him or her
and even more in time,
like ET-reconditioning
that's propagated fine.
My plan to use object-I-bots
had failed complete inside:
My drive they had disabled
while the sim played in my mind.
I thought I knew the answer 
of what and why they were afraid
and why they've kept us blind so long
But is this a debt repaid?
Is secrecy for centuries
forgiven in a day?
And what's a QC need 
so many years for anyway? 
I thought I had an answer,
while I was coming back
but my eyes were very heavy
and I couldn't reach my pack 
without getting out of bed
and fatigue would win the day
but regret would seize the morning
when the thought had gone away!
Since then only fogginess
where once lived memories
of that brief adventure
under luscious canopies

But fading into grey
now grows an overcoat of vague,
slowly stealing all detail
and slipping memories away.
Amnesia virus probably
infected me as well,
so unless I write it down
It may all go all to hell.
Also seems a side effect
of this pathogen:
in metered verse
I now converse
I hope you'll it befriend.
I've tried to prose-ify my words
with meds to no avail
your patience is a tonic craved
Like oxygen inhaled!
Albeit brief, the sweet relief
of everything revealed
are by these words passed onto you
and further unconcealed.
Take these words to ones you know
who know ones few may do
and when the final the truths spreads wide
there may be hope for you
time is swiftly running out
but not for who we think.
no-one could suspect
from which direction lurks the brink.....
How exactly did they get 
a map of all Type 2s
within our Milkly Way? 
And how'd the probes get through the vastness of emptiness +50 light years far?  
How did they so close observe
so many distant stars?
but this and more are not yet known 
nor what our future be
secrets dispersed
now lift our curse
of mediocrity
once industrial in scale now doesn't have to be enlightened by
by the mop and pail

experientially   

(to be continued...)