#7: Kusanagi
There is, in my distant memory
An
echo of something more ancient than time:
Blinding
light, utter darkness
The
throb of blood in the ears
The
rushing of many waters.
A
malfunction of neural circuitry, they say
Easy
enough with cybernetics as complex as mine.
False
memories – not so unusual
In
an augmented cyborg body
But
for all their science the technicians
Can’t
explain this odd… connection?
If
that be the word:
A
flash of déjà vu - open grassland
Under
a blazing sky, comets of fiery arrows
Sword steel forged in the fires of the gods
Sword steel forged in the fires of the gods
And
a strange power coursing through my veins.
Like
a goddess I rise
One
with the grass and the blade.
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