Are You Asleep On September 11th Two Thousand and Eighteen

Well, which witch is which?

Real live, flesh and blood;
or the machinery in the matrix?

cooking up schemes of villainous repute;
to be thrown into a furnace outrageous?

Be blest ye living souls;
does the Ay Eye have near the depth?

Nay, nor does it breathe;
though seek it may to span the breadth.




Wake, awake, you slumbering sleepers!