rampant technology skews on a tangent,
divided into lanes of anatomy and integrity,
fine print defines what we owe so in light of
small clusters, as they disfigure into
sentences, precise sentiments relic from an
aftermath devoted to war, limited to the
confines in orbit unsolved and insolvent to a
soylent green, reminded by what he'd seen
inside endless crossroads and fiends that
feed of, naturalists carrying contraband
defined by each step made, rhymes creep in
underlaying fabrics of wavelengths, tapestry
ignites flames where, just i be.
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Poetrythis will be a set of incomplete narrative poems, that don't really have their own place..