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Help I’m A Verb
   
So many silent inputs phrasing out,
inaccessible bits culled from random
memory, never ending language, cant:
so much data we are whelmed by it all.
Chaos an illusion governed by a
strange attractor, which pattern we can learn
while counting kalpas backward to the first
impossible day.  Crystalligerous
atomic tessellations ramify;
mind clutches and shifts, moving into
ever more insubstantial laminae.
Help I'm a verb! Have adjective, will travel.
   Shy, attractive predicate seeks active
   subject for meaningful relationship.

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