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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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