The first I know, there were parties
Sometimes people holding hands across a measure
People fanned out in the woods
A boy's backpack, an orphaned shoe
Grids were invented
Maps were invented
Compasses, GPS beacons, signal flares, all invented
This part wasn't a straight line
Find a letter pick it up
Or a phrase or a sentence
Next I knew helicopters and small recon teams
Side-mounted machine guns, shoulder-mounted rocket launchers
And things of that nature
Maybe a demolitions expert, maybe night-vision goggles
The skies the limit but admittedly the sky was much lower back when
Now equations, or algorithms rather
Now all the times and places falling all over themselves
Now reduction is a good thing and
Now reduction is a bad thing and
You see how this thing works?
Back to marches but a different sort
And as your head dips below the surface we find ourselves back at the beginning
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