"Independence"

I am on fire.
Sitting here, stir-crazy, fever over,
head full of bliss and thoughts flying faster than-

On the edge of a cliff
I look out towards the horizon and see such sights-
What's there? I want to sail out and touch the sky
Soar into space
Breathe the breath of an untouched land.
Discover a place of my own.

The numbers rattle in my head.
Zero, one, rpush, copy, skip if zero-
if, foreach, do-
my fingers brush the keyboard as I stare into a blank-

It's on the tip of my tounge. I want to say, to shout, to pronounce
It's here! The time is now!
I know the language, but the thought eludes me.

Buffer, drawback, vector, rotation, input, output-
servers crashing behind me like towers collapsing
I jump the fence, the fresh breeze of sea air filling my lungs

and I'm here.

Sitting here, stir-crazy, fever over,
I am on fire.

I had this really weird dream last night. For my birthday, I had rented a screen at a movie theater to show Expendable for my family and friends. I had a helluva time rounding up everyone to get to the theater. Once the lights were dimmed and the opening credits began to roll, I started noticing differences. The guys at the theater had changed my movie! As it progressed, I realised they had changed the whole thing into a trite, computer-generated parody of Star Trek. Those bastards.

I was just about to have a little "word" with the managment when I woke up. Trippy.