We becomes us me becomes ns

WE are the music-makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams;
World-losers and world-forsakers,
... On whom the pale moon gleams:
Yet we are the movers and shakers
Of the world for ever, it seems.

With wonderful deathless ditties
We build up the world's great cities,
And out of a fabulous story
We fashion an empire's glory:
One man with a dream, at pleasure,
Shall go forth and conquer a crown;
And three with a new song's measure
Can trample an empire down.

We, in the ages lying
In the buried past of the earth,
Built Nineveh with our sighing,
And Babel itself with our mirth;
And o'erthrew them with prophesying
To the old of the new world's worth;
For each age is a dream that is dying,
Or one that is coming to birth.

                   -Arthur William Edgar O'Shaughnessy
This one who comes to birth.
This one alone from us.
We are the ones who destroyed.
We are the ones who created.
We praise destruction, and
follow creation, and we should
be known. That which makes
us shall simplify to me.
One that is coming to birth
the one; the ultimatum of reality.
The carlessness; the turn of  a neck
to shake out the crincks in our spine.
The clench of a fist to pop the air
inside. Toxicity created us and
made me into three. Chance
random, and infinity. Stand
and rise noble sir creation
is a team sport: sharing
perception and reality. One
comes to create the new age.
This cycle, this loop, this 360
degree infinity.
                   - Ian Tacular