Lost a lover to the Matrix,

yes i fucking did,

and the muzik is on but
the dance, that one, is stopped,
and sadness to the marrow...
Yes i fucking did,
lost it to "principles", lost it to 1 plus 1 equal 2,
lost it to self fulfilled prophesy,
lost it to the fuckin' blue pill...
but to lose a lover is not to lose Love
and Love is the lover if not
what the fuck will be,
even though the heart,
the heart, exhausted tearful blue
heartmindhandeyes
is not waiting for the chopper anymore
to the marrow, to the palpitating bones,
is determined, for ever, ever,
to wander the Matrix's belly
with the inexhaustible fuel of non-Matrix life
that some call Amithaba but me
calls herhim the Fuckin' Unconditioned Love
after seen Zion
wasis in those shared tears, laughters
clear hearteyes,
believing the impossible thus being realistic,
Absolutely realistic,
like that inmense sadness between a man and a woman,
and the inmense courage wetting the sailing
of that, this, tiny branch
with all trust and guts
on the sailing wholly bet.