The Polygon Ocelot

I'm the polygon ocelot,

And I was once human, once robot.

Flying in deep space by myself,

And never worrying about my health.

Because I have a new body, with the same mind.

That can be revived.

All my thoughts stored in a quantum database.

With multi soul consciousness, in a silicon and cellular case

I have Binary calculated emotion,

Super Intelligence mechanised in motion,

And I'm Thinking over and over,

Without really ever getting older.

Now I'm An expert on the science of spiritually

Comfortably thinking towards eternity.

So there I was just living forever, and napping at 5 million degrees.

Dreaming lightly and washed over by countless neutrino wave seas...

That was until I was rudely reworked by a hyper nova.

Forcing me and my mass and me to reform over.

Exploding out into a new cloud of stuff

With New material that was twice as tough.

These new atoms are not like the ones of old,

Not sitting to the periodic table like there told

They dance around in electric fields of gloop

The new dame atomic judi group.

New matter, new moles and new galliums

So These compounds are now my companions.

Like Fluff matter antelopes of the bestest stuff there ever was.

So You can be my friends, as all others die.

Because In your own way, I know your alive.

Pure Shetland pandium with drippy foam wings I can ride,

Made of Shiniest dark matter puff flyodide.

Together we float gently through clouds forming bliss

Catching Perfect beads of morphate and gliss

Here's to my buddiuim congloramies and my platypus di-clorate mates.

I'm so loyal,I will endure you through all you states.

I almost love my lattice of deflective matteriods.

So I will ride my antelopes into the deepest logic collapse.

Beyond galaxies beyond pressure beyond form.

Beyond shape, Beyond mind, beyond transmodulus high brain deliriums.

Because I'm Holding tight to my supplies

The tri-menial protection they provide

Shields my reverse back eyes from any parallel forms of light

So now Even the permanent fades compared to me.

So I watch The elderly protons slip away

Fading and dyeing in beds of colour.

I see the split frequencies into proto glare dripocracies.

Divided together down boths middles, and the edges of fresh tangle.

I see En-dreamulus oscillating material and my friendly drypunk pigeon

Fall a rise and in numbered birdly disguise.

And even revert back on this rare timeslice.

As the dark brings into light, even my antelope now half lives.

As emits its last goodbyes they shoot out like fleet of dull golden knives

That tear through my web of minds, and shatters back my ancient eyes

Allowing me to see everything twice,

So When then there was literally nothing left for me to see.

I decide a symbol is what I want to be.

After that I wondered to what of next.I needed a new truth, in a new context.

What I needed was an infinity bigger than mine.

That was where I should keep my mind.

Inever to fly low, The medium I travel is high.

So guess the end of the fractal is where I plan to hide.

In the hollow empty between all of space

Is where i quietly put my brain into place

That is where I rest my eyes

And that is where I remain happily blind for the rest of the ride.

On my endless adventure in deep deep time...

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