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the Verb ate hymn….

taking bytes out of our substance as the frequencies warp and wrap around tight like chains of data in the human form as our particles are blended beings of patterns and learned perils lit by enlightened a world that accesses our skills and minds for the journey through ablyssal planes flying high though as truly parallel to the earth we are reminded to take certain ease of convenience out of our words when it is time to say something if worthwhile as misunderstanding and miscommunication can go hand in hand with argumentation and ignorance, the point trying to prove itself true through those most vacuous of the human denizens of this widely webbed world of spiders and flies bugging each other into spy versus spy it seems visiting in on the other participants as their living rooms swallow souls whole with the over-programmed urges as surging them to death with shallow inept shows teledivision of labor and as endearing gimmicks abusive in the use to proselytize those others who not submit towards the blanding obtuse to buy those products, or in whose consumption it is to reinforce this palpable paradigm built from an iron shadow of all lust and desire twinned in efforts to compress this a delicate composure on into something hardened and infused as if a solid of stolid strong will though ignorant behavior riots against the better half of us through our weakest moments when we crave it to be otherwise as in some self-righteous mazes manifest by our own malingering woes… creating the monsters upon that brink where our toes touch that line as we are prodded along to cross those thresholds as master bait preceding in the come to harm that only calms after the jagged heartbeat thumping down doors to open a passageway a short silence to that next gravid moment weighty with scars to be had once the experience has died in your hands down from the initial frenzy of heat broached by the opposing stances admitting the attacks contrasted by passionate bursts, the fascist conscription to corporate gambles in this heyday of epic eclipses of power used to the confusion of all whom participate when the shadow starts leaning in your way you know that it is time to scramble for a way out from under the thumb of the gods money throws together in order to manage the lot of us like tethers to that imaginary place or objective that they refuse to reach or cannot want to as that would make them appear lazy which next to terms like crazy really is a blessing in disguise, and when anyone tries to get any kind of a word in edgewise it is so not pretty as those gambling choices rotating begin mocking the speaker the presence of which as some elemental definition deserves respect from whatever audience is listening or observant though details do escape us as the authority trying to fit pieces into a fashionable picture perfect of a depth and qualities that can be reliably seeded around to other authorities as proof and truth that there is an anonymous something that can and will exist Here for sometime long after the roulette has stopped…

Thanks, khet.