N + ONE

Have you ever asked your ONE self

what existed before ONE?

N. E. G. I... N... existed...Enigma...

A negative enigma existed

by the name of N.

N was lonely, being lonely only N

N wished for the ONE

The one that understood them more than

any ONE else ever could.

N, being a magnet, even unaware

brought everything around, 'fair and square'

based on every belief from his

childhood fief-dom

Do you understand now, that lonely feeling

of being loveless and watching

as a mirrored torus of a lip-locking chorus

spin round you like some sort of

psychedelic trip from hell?

(And there wasn't even any Taco Bell!)

Thus was N's vision as his cellular division

caught fire under a lab technician's loupe

but what did N dream of

other than a likeminded but equally different

being which was complimentary but oh so

contradictory

enough to make it exciting

without resulting in fighting??? (remember to breathe as you read this)

N could always calibrate, always anticipate

so long as N knew he was playing the game

but how could there be a game if N was what existed before ONE?

Well, ONE must imagine themselves

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t̴͉͉̂h̴̜̹̙͊̓e̴̖͈̞̚m̴̥̫̿ͅs̸̯̞̑̆̔e̵͗͜l̶̘͕̒̌v̶͂͑͜ë̷̜̓̚ș̴̤͑̀

Happy? No. Bored. No. Angry. 0. Tired? 0. Hungry? 0.

Peaceful? 1.

Content? 1.

God mode ON?

Yes or no?

... Player choose option: 1 or 0

Input required

No time limit inflicted

Matrix signals noncommital

old gridwork dying

God mode? You chose 1, really? Well...

How about...

Silly Goose mode instead? See, I bet you were

wondering why that random picture was up there. Almost as if I

traveled through time? What... this getting too on the nose for you?

Pardon me for any of you noseless astronauts that find this pun lacking appeal

but by now you know the whome with which you deal

Where is this strangely arranged poem even going the reader pondered

somehow its length is meandering dangerously close to a novel by Chaucer

Yet not enough asses are contained in the windows of this prose (3 people will get this pun)

to rightly denote that everything within is divinely aligned

and even asses are funny to 'the man in the sky'

Hey, wait a second, where were we? Oh... right...

you were asking about God Mode. Hah. I had to remind you to remember about that again!

Remember... God Mode... God Mode! Just like in the Sims.

Come on. Hit 1! I know I was trying to stop you before, but now I really just want to see you succeed so, HIT ONE!

N, hit ONE! N, hit ONE!

N + ONE

0 + 1

All are (N)ONE in the light of the ONE, all are ONE in the light of the (N)ONE.

All are geese in the flock

All are gods in a smock

Cinderella waiting for permission

to live a life without shackles or derision

wanting to be a goose that bites some dude's ass

The only one to give that permission is YOU

bite a dude's ass (author's lawyer note: PLEASE DON'T)

that guy deserves it! (aln: You don't know where his ass has been!)

he doesn't know where my teeth have been either! (true but somehow a more frightening thought)

Why yes, this is me, and you, technically. At least right now, until you decide you're not a goose and not paying attention to this anymore, but this is me and you... and we're God... and God is a goose. The tie makes it official.

Everything you just read will make sense in your subconscious. Even the goose stuff. Yes, even that.