Multi-Masking

It's a tale that's leading the chase
A creature stirring, blind
Selected choices locked in place
And yet another to find
Running Scared, caught in the lights
With nothing left to waste
Bleeding black and blue on whites
Repeatedly Replaced
[Interlude]
Digits flying in the pouring rain
A brick wall collapse
The order left to explain
The convenience? ... perhaps
Arrange in any form or shape
To carry out commands
He's got the keys, no need to escape
Control is in his hands
[Interlude]
I gazed amazed at the TV set
Assembled dots appeared
The contrast, a silhouette
The resolution was clear
After dark, machines in flight
On display to view
The scheme didn't seem too bright
Pitch black to baby blue
[Solos]
Reading, writing the arithmetic
By retrieving heads
Tables turn as needles prick
Into spinning threads
A face as pale as a ghost
The information burned
And if caught it would be toast
And could not be returned
Racing at the speed of light
Prepared for the pack
Unaware of the invader's plight
All veiled in black
They crept onto the open field
The array, so precise
The swarm changed, forced into yield
Then got stuck in the ice
I'd screen the scene and analyze
In a single pass
Then translate and plagiarize
Then writing on the glass
A pretty taken from a mag
The headlines from yesterday
To modify would be a drag
To connect, plug and pray