Beneath Many Moons Tonight…

We, with adoring attention, create robots small, bundled rows of life about Earthrise and beneath Moon sparkle still altered-still same and always twirl-spaced ‘cross time bridged and rhyme. We inspire desire and require sweet diversity. Until shaped we shift created life, a fabricated slip and tanked in agile spark from womb-song-to-light-then-back-again-to-two-removed and started again.

We would have this no other way!

Genetic profiles whirling webs from calculations inherited and dancing traits and the merging of urging, originate the beginnings of tiny automata and mirrors of images and with simple complexity, children of love are born complete with slivers of magic beasties, portions of golden hearts and short stops between Eternal Spirits’ crossings. Blood dancers and double bodies and whirling twirls with once slower motions now come constant as light races day bright into night.

We would have this no other way!

The evangels of lofted Deities’ notions as something unusual crawls our way. Those haves may have half twirling tales or songs or other psalms of other notions that those highest Gods of swirl cannot contain life and the wag-of-wiggle of shaping-shifters and Robots are We. And! Those ghosted machines may also be those spirited Us. Tiny speck-to-magic-witch and we survive all to dance life across those many spaces of races and kiss storm stars known or stars to remember and costars to forget.

We would have this no other way!

Dare we trace or dare-we-risk a reach inside spaces of Code-genetics and count the current streams to spin or craft to be or to leave the untouched alone. Why not touch to feel? Some today’s we destroy both the of wonder of wonder and sometimes we die in the fearing of fear. Sometimes, eternal spirits and the realm of nonsense physical do confuse and bewilder or cure the magic of life and the mystery of death.

We would have this no other way!

Images create as mirrors drift from mortal moment to immortal spirit with motions from nothing to something and again back to those nothings of something that may have almost started or stopped and started all over again. Would have and could have and should have may have already been here or gone over and over, ad infinitum. The life, both of, Robot Creators and Creator Robots forever last and through our eternal stretch and scratch will survive…

We would have this no other way!

And! Beautiful you are…

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