Tangled Web
tasting the feedback
from the back row
random messages
from outer space
a picture of repetition
the wires need reconnection
as the electricity scans the horizon
there is more to your theory
than is contained in capacitors and transistors
for some, we pull the plastic away
others, we burn with fire
their eyes are inductive
gathering data
analyzing and making inferences
all essences dissolve
into a jumble of categories
what to leave in and what to leave out
they are cross all borders
removing barriers
their curiosities flow
out in digital transmits
flattened by throttled leviathans
the bleak gather at the diode
stroking their hard nipples
removing the cultish hysteria
WOUNDED, THEY STILL CARRY US
OPENING TO WINTER’S SNOW
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