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a whispering voice / is a digital choice / decoded by now // there is no other sound / but vibrations all around // taste the chip of the gene - but how? // in the linear light of the laser / dreams a moon-beam to the phaser / has a ruby in the eye // all the leaves grow blue and red / several voices go ahead / face the future in the sky // there is a breeze as sweet as loam / when a cool-blooded foam / dreams a figment of the mind // on a level with desire / glides in front of icy fire / stamps the future of the kind // like a dancing flame on a flimsy line / life is not even now to define / as a full stop grown stiff to a point // silent soft sun adds a part to the shadow / giving time to take care of her meadow / lilac last beauty will cover the joint // the appearing day will burst under a lie-crack / for instance the beauty of high-tech / will honey the pain with it's love // indigo fruit melt to infrasonic voice / nuclear energy sweats out a choice / while the pulse is caught with a glove // some of the octaves of chaos and order / wash ashore frames of life to the border / set up the endless beginning of breath // all the clouds are floating by / sipping blood and asking why / do they always kiss the lips of death  Syn-Code, Software/Michael Weisser