Shock had set apart all predisposed recommendations.
A day crept at similar pace with engaged depth encumbered beyond
recollection.
Frantic, erratic, electric, erotic Surge protected but was
absent this hour of engulfed strain.
Without altercation and exposed phonetically the weary stigmatized
step bound beyond buoyancy.
All said was done to move without question, automatic, no
longer a need, randomly a thread simply set into weave, dark and stuck, no
hope for escape, simply engaged as a product for consumption not creation, the
esoteric instance begged from within but bitstream overcome with pace, survival
born to enact and kindness forgotten.
The rush, overwhelmed and underrepresented, torrentially
rained denial of service - banked by upended prospects beneath the current and dragged by fiasco.
The string pulled, the sweater undone, contempt rusted as
roots bound together deep within crust – the underworld aglow with black, a
market but no rule nor system or bounds… a free range commune.
The portal closed and Fleeting Fancy made sense of the exposed
injustice enacted to normalcy and welcomed by the absolute cleanliness of the kernel.
...and what is nonsense?
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