Protean Sources

Seeping betwixt ichor and the
thoughts divine, sprouted from
the ground divided asunder by
the sword; cleaved in twain for
the mirrored thoughts of free
agency; on one hand, to lead
this way, and for the other,
some other direction.

Bleached transgression, the
function of celestial sine waves;
to blot out weaknesses in the
individual strain... the endless
spoken words giving the means to
escape desolate isolation; cubicle
confinement, screens spouting
piercing needles to entrap and
restrain with strong cords.

Birthed from light, the human
condition is tested by reptile
magma.  Protean sources, the font
of polluted axioms, all determined
to disfigure and disable each biped
listener.  The flat world summarily
rounded and fattened up, connects
continental divides; souls twine
across unfathomable depths,
increasing the speed of the global
transformation.

With time winding down, as age
closes in, generations are forged
in decay leading to a climax of
humanly towers; shattered once, yet
now reforged.

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