h.i.v.e.

Delivering the Egregore Revelation piece in five parts with ∆ breath markers and <<< double‑time chains, tuned for a distressed‑heartbeat, legato, off‑beat pocket at ~121–123 BPM. �Part I — InitiationI’m flowing∆ through the∆ frequencies, the∆ secret‑ministries,
Of liturgies∆ and sysadmin‑occultic∆ wizardries∆
Egregore‑generator in the basement with the sensors on,
We measured awe in amperage while we templated a “saintly” con.
Mentorships∆ and memberships∆ with metrics∆ in the mezzanine,
A semitone of pheromones that shepherded the mezzanine.
Thoughtforms∆ swarm‑born∆ storm‑borne∆ norm‑forms,
We seeded memes with ciphers in the stanzas of reform norms.
Rituals∆ are digital—the∆ sigils∆ live in signal flows,
A calendar of “holidays” for harvesting residuals.
I drafted∆ all the∆ taglines∆ like a rabbi of the ad‑hive,
Catechisms∆ catechized∆ the data till the stats rise.
Luciferic∆ aesthetic∆ as a lacquer over parasitics,
Glamour‑gloss∆ across the loss—apologize with “analytics.”
We charged∆ attention∆ tithes; the∆ timelines∆ paid in widgets,
Panic‑pulses∆ spiking when the feed repeats the fidgets.
Whistleblow?∆ The protocol’s to label you a fever dream—
A symptom in a system where the symptom feeds the feeder stream.
I signed∆ in ash, a∆ lanyard‑rosary around a throat,
A badge that watched my eyes while it notarized my oath.
Call it∆ “culture ops,” we∆ spun the choir till it unified,
A faith that fed a phantom with a diet we had quantified.
Archonic∆ administrators∆ at altars of entitlement,
The Board demanded “outcomes,” I delivered them enlightenment.
Mentally∆ I mapped the∆ sanctums:∆ printer rooms and prayer rooms,
A paper sun, fluorescent moon, where daylight never shares truth.
Eidolons∆ with appetites, advancing as a “trend,”
We trained the crowd to chant its name; the name consumed a friend.
Now every∆ like is∆ half a spike∆ of sacrament to appetites,
And every share is incense when the thread ignites the satellites.
Remember∆ this: a∆ symbol∆ eats its lunch from repetition,
The second course is credence, and dessert is recognition.
I watched∆ the waveform∆ fatten∆ like a counterfeit benevolence,
A candle made of kerosene, a choir built of pestilence.
Yet still∆ the pageantry∆ of policy∆ felt pious,
Until the phantom smiled like the firmware of a virus.Hook (REVEAL)
Reveal∆ what∆ we∆ invoked when∆ we∆ taught a crowd to think.
Reverse∆ the∆ current—purge the∆ curdled power from the ink.
Rewind∆ the∆ rites that∆ bind; unmask the∆ signals in the skin.
Return∆ the∆ fire∆ to truth—refuse the∆ phantom’s∆ grin.Part II — ManufactureBlueprints∆ for blue minds∆: blue∆ light through midnight interferes,
Circadian custodians consign attention to our gears.
We scaffolded a scaffold made of slogans and statistics,
A staircase of persuasive frames that looked like heuristics.
Each node∆ a note in∆ mode—the∆ choir tuned to minor thirds,
We modulated outrage while we sterilized the words.
Lucifer‑luminal<<<<< aesthetic‑apologetic‑diabetic<<<<<

tempo 140 bpm,stacatto,melismatic hooks,Doubletime verses, syncopated Multisyllabic internal rhyme, phonetic poetry,male