This is I and the Flux
a thing not to be nameless
yet unnamed
As rivers flow to sea,
So Flux to me, and I to he.
Sitting on the couch eating
crisps, watching banality --
and then he! driving me onward,
upward
Some things are
too terrible for words:
As names give power,
so demean.
It began with a paper clip
and fists. Frisson and fear,
Flux and Mind, but fallen;
too human, here, the Flux
fists, breaking things
such power, and yet
all he is: this! brute
strength, brute inhuman strength.
Alien and terrible,
yet humbled by a trick --
ever the barbarian
fooled by a ship, flashing lights
little things.
He is no better than us,
to solve problems with force.
He is no greater than us
in seeing no other way.
I walked away the first day,
victor.
Even if I lose, the barbarian invader
trembled.
For a moment Flux saw the splendour
but a barbarian can only destroy.
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