"Over The Hills And Far Away"
At the top of the hill, all sides will, become clear upon rotation
Your perspective becomes vastly perceptive
Transportation becomes a falling sensation
And the horizon no longer lets lies in
Soon, all things in your room, will bow to your mind
Your toaster becomes a considerate bread roaster
Channels transition with your mood position
And Internet pages appear like pet mages
Now mostly at home, sitting alone, with your own creations
Your bag of bones sits on its magical throne
Mentally directing, transforming, perfecting
As most all of your focus finds a new locus
Now that it's shoddy, the original body, is left behind
Superior performance beats out conformance
As human disposal becomes a common proposal
Quietly, nanotechnology powers the new genealogy
As illness and rest, become ancient pests, the next hill is people
Title-text: The older I get, the less offended I am by this eventuality.
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Over The Hills And Far Away
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