‘STENCH’ of El(ectr)ON(ics)

Tripping down memory’s streaks, I’m often caught in its mystique.

What comes first, the word or deed? The hints are there in language see?

The name comes first, but who decides to call a child with algorithmic chimes?

This ‘CO-incidental churn, leads me to think of time as fluid, inbuilt innerstandings Druid.

Is the moment single way, I no longer think so, disarrayed. Did HIS parents conjure myth? Or see perspectives guided shifts?

Did the polish of his parents smooth a path to perfections certainty? Just as curling, needs a path, so the infinite is trapped in paths?

In dimensions, hired hands play with timelines to create the haze. From this ‘soup’ did gravity, coalesce to form hypothesis?

Did his genes come from the stars? As his planner trips to mars? Did the odour of the future, toxicology compute him?

Did they read the ‘book of names’? To pick the one that suits HIS game? Nope. Were they coerced from freewill to gift the title ‘present’s’ pill?

Did they know his lead to follow or is space-time circularity, the reason for anomaly?

It’s just one way or another, as fakes can’t land identities recovery.

Destiny, the malleable feast, can’t be held responsible for birthing beasts.

This perplexing, spins my mind, without desires to be unkind. I conclude that rationale, has many facets, here’s the how.

Does the person lay in tracks laid down for them?

Can the purity of reality, be contaminated with causality?

I don’t view it either way, but both scenarios run in tandem, leaking clues to ‘coincidental’ random. It’s not chaotic.

Can it be, that HE grew into, the shell his folks fore-fashioned envision-vistas? If it’s not in circumstance, then really, shout out “what’s the chance?”

Leading edges digitally, the last thing that civilians need. Electric cars, ether banks, buzz ships for the wealthy ‘quacks’.

Looped up lunacy rebuked, hidden in his branding puke. To take the name of genius seed, philanthropic, no. Just greed.

Look at all his seedy plans, nowhere will our species land, unless in upper echelons stand.

The search in vain, his ego boosts, little for the races future. Tantamount to secret ‘histories’, elitist croanies suckled features.

If this ‘hero’ really was, the kernel of a newer ‘boss’, then surely HIS ambitious routes, would beckon evolutions force.

No.

Rather less concerned with us, HE is HIS plan open sourced. Not for profit of the mass, but singular and purposeless.

All HIS ‘tech’ is surface clear, his underlying goals are clear. HE’s created from the patrons of this sinister religion.

Pretend it is eco-friendly , yet it centralises assembly. In HIS wake of modern glee, I see the greedy puppetry.

No sense that invention should, be produced for the ‘greatest-good’. So consumed with self belief, his dystopia, barren reef.

No obligation to relieve, the emergency of our energy needs. Problems that his work could solve, are privatised or simply shelved.

Batteries, emotive forces, storing up the nested hornets. Watch the lonely intrigue heighten in ambitious token gestures. Distract those that need inspiring, close down competitions motive.

Seek to fill the air with waves, when optic cables keep us safe. Show the way to end combustion, yet, keep capitalism as your onion.

Don’t encourage self reliance, when it’s profits blanket silence. Tell the populous it’s green, while selling friends, (the ‘licensees’) the keys to bring us to our (k)nee(d)s.

He’s not like Tesla, he’s a ghost. An entrepreneur, that’s his roast. Significant in harnessing, the things that Nikola sought for our beings.

Taking from the FBI, files they stole and still deny. Feeding from a trough marked ‘free’, intent on privileges privacy.

With so many Earth bound ills, a truer character could instill, the idiology of mutual gain, instead the pool is kept within.

So, to conclude this empty husk, portrait of the man in trust. The deer whose glands are ‘sent of men’ the electronic olfactory sense.

Is it HIM, as time forgets? Or can this name be coincidence?

In my minds eyes happenstance is simply clues to hidden gems. Order comes in linear form, but backwards, stanceless resource scorn, cannot be an over-sight.

His birth, a fiction towards our plight, his parents didn’t win the fight. De-pole can deceive the eye, but contradicts the certain sign, that ‘fluke’ is not a chance ignored, but clues to deep deceitful scorn. In named him, they paid a loan.

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Ref: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nikola_Tesla