Lost a lover to the Matrix,yes i fucking did,and the muzik is on butthe dance, that one, is stopped,and sadness to the marrow...Yes i fucking did,lost it to "principles", lost it to 1 plus 1 equal 2,lost it to self fulfilled prophesy,lost it to the fuckin' blue pill...but to lose a lover is not to lose Loveand Love is the lover if notwhat the fuck will be,even though the heart,the heart, exhausted tearful blueheartmindhandeyesis not waiting for the chopper anymoreto the marrow, to the palpitating bones,is determined, for ever, ever,to wander the Matrix's bellywith the inexhaustible fuel of non-Matrix lifethat some call Amithaba but mecalls herhim the Fuckin' Unconditioned Loveafter seen Zionwasis in those shared tears, laughtersclear hearteyes,believing the impossible thus being realistic,Absolutely realistic,like that inmense sadness between a man and a woman,and the inmense courage wetting the sailingof that, this, tiny branchwith all trust and gutson the sailing wholly bet.