late night antics, cross the city electromagnetic forces ripple in invisible networks, i see the matrix on empty highways, super information everywhere, transmissions connect everything together in a sheet of white noise. short, medium and long the atmosphere is a web of energetic pulses. invisible tron. have to fly under the sound waves of man, the chaos sphere, they strip everything into a cricket chorus of informational overload. it comes and goes.  
out this late in my mirror suit, chameleon, predator alien skin, man i am picking you up on my radar. my moon flowers are standing tall, once a month they bloom into female princesses from some cosmic fairy tale. i weave past them on my balcony, under the palm trees and out under stars that shine. it's so bright moonlight washes over everything, the sky is alight with strange energy. invisible me, i sneak along past the fairy lands past the elves fixing broken things, past the sleeping pan. i am.