Saturday, July 28, 2018

sates the ravenous bear


It wasn't what you meant to inscribe
It didn't pause the particles
The tracks over space and time never to love
Unfurled it wasn't a destinynation on purpose
It was amber waves of sound sand
There drooled america into an abyss
It couldn't define quantum charades
Not on such long notice
Not with big brother's overcoat of tall glass
Chiseling tedium to binary arts
Meaning more hole
Rigmarole as the axe finds relax in summers
Kindling pile of spider babies
Writing our tome in silk and splinter bait
There vanished america into morass
Made in absense of form
Out of quark hiccups and accounting shims
Rammed to the bitgroin
The united sates the ravenous bear

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