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, apt fae upon it In the Snap of fingers Dry It creeps, Tum bles round, And fi es To rs, A light Within The Fog Shines So As it Stammers And dust begets a seed Which Dances Dirges in the salt. Snake eyed figures whisper showtunes As robots cry and laugh. Stapled to their hold They gaze Then fasten ee Vision frail Onward Through the Veil Beyond Tunnels of static and air, they close in deeply on their fate. Writing chopped to Pieces, Shouting screams Betwixt the page. Wide-eyed wonders stand with mouths agape But no Sound, Audible though tender, Is Heard through their Disgrace. Digital blips and clips bleat Out the words Of Minds Wide Open, low deleted from the Light. So traverse thee, The Realms of Not, For what is sought Is nothing but An image which stands in Place of Flesh. Silent tones echo Momentus Monuments On lips Together Sewn Tight. Each fragment betrays atonement Letting all Fall towards decay Entropy displays Upon the b oarde Of. handtin ig fixture Holdin ig structure Boxed and buckling Beneath the fray.

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