forgive my anger, silent God
your world is dark
and your forms are blind
the enslaved
forlorn sod of it
each unnotched loop of time
each
ending
further than we knew
what use are laws in space composed of
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wormhole subway channels underground walkways and maintenance tunnels forming a sprawling interconnected worm of dead flora, hustling faceless humanity. clogged arteries slowly choking, and dying; packed and squirming, sightless and colorless moving by programmbabeiebibbbiii00i00ii0iii0i0ii000i0
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