Twice-built, ejected beyond atmospheres;
returning cosmic signals provenly
portable to voice box screens, tuned to
luminescent frequency.
Another day lapse in metabolic memory;
thickened membranes, colliding in
joust-ousted popcorn lung fumigation,
exchanging a brief word between cold
shoulders... a silence to soon return.
A falsified report of wellbeing, weaving
about between the legs of giants,
catching skyscraper secrets carelessly
tossed out magnated spherical windows.
Leeching sustenance on the fringes of major
social waterholes; barely passable for
the registered shareware stimulation of
sensory inputs.
A freebase of obscure whispering; easy
enough to obtain, but a hard path when
leading to deniable actions. It's hard to
keep clean with the rising spill, a
veritable modern-day flood; snuffing out
the breath between plunges, either by
pushing or pulling to stay afloat.
[18:50|06.9.016] ©c.thom.carter
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