Wednesday, March 11, 2015

Dropping Some Mysteries

A redundant musical score
has secured a minimally invasive
private practice maintaining the degrees
of power that resonate our distance.
Out of horror, because those hallucinations
are creeping up again, I will just run away.
Trying to keep this impersonal,
and that matters not,
deduce my mainframe.
It is not like I am a cyborg circuit board.
I am not rocket science.

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