'you will have to get Morpheus...'
uttered the woman
a program...
and he listened to her
with all intent to decipher
words...
words as if coming from far...
'Morpheus is the source of light
the door which once opened
could lead you to the mainframe...
and then you could see it all...
these pigeons playing and the leaves orange of the Fall...
Programs...they are all...
but then there is the Underground
Proserphine there stays...
Morpheus is your Jupiter
and only by meeting Him you get the sense...'
The woman on the bench
sitting right beside him
uttered like a prayer
of Hope coming from her...
He listened with all intent
the idea of getting to the door
where from Light bent
to meet all who reached the Shore...
and he heard waves lapping up inside
'Morpheus surely holds the tide...'
He thought and got prepared for the voyage
and on the street...a program...the woman left her prophetic voice...
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