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ORANGE
I seek your attention
To tell a tale
It’s up to me which way it goes
But wherever I take that story
Will be somewhere that Orange knows
Let’s start off in a workshop, mixing
Drafting, testing, forging, fixing
This is the Orange of craft and skill
Making and changing for good. And ill.
Or we may take the silicon trail
Into the Web, in cyberspace,
With data streams and hanging Cloud
That flat, bright dream, that mind-forged place
The Orange language of machines
Gives slaving drones behind the scenes
But closer still to Orange heart
Is how we talk our social part
The slick-tongued dealer now you see
His product flashes, Buy from me!
He has the gab, they cry for more
But this is not the vital core,
Of Orange power; Oh yes, there’s more
And it’s your tale, it’s what you say
Your slick rehearsal every day
Of name, of gender, of precious views
All tangled up with lies called news
This is the heart of story’s power
You make this world up, hour by hour
All its parts, for better, for worse
You tell yourself your universe
So seize that power and take command
Learn its language, hack its core!
Praise the gods who make the world:
Divine Hermes Kosmokrator
Whose word’s creation; Tehuti call
Cosmic scribe who scripts it all
And Allfather, who wrought this world
Who got the runes, our Woden high
Who gave himself to greater Self
Who plumbed the Well and left his eye
Now I, the storyteller, call
To every god of Orange skill
This web you weave, this spell you cast,
This world you craft – this is my Will!
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