Spinning out
the idea dimension
radical thought process
95% bio-engineered material
GMO-sync-pop-synthetic
afterlife chemicals
breathe in DMT-fibers
colored rooms comes
rainbow armies bitter
sworded hacking at
severed limbs,
it's the future man,
the art apocalypse
a dreaded turn--it's
all they ever feared
paint chips on the brain
rotting palets, dreams--
and nobody has a clue
which genre it all fits in--
labels are shattered,
broken homes, legs
trudge, wandering free
from upper body
exploitation--
appetite--
there's freedom in
each of the four
corners of space
a mobius square
mapped and re-examined--
their numbers, uncountable--
they scream
and buildings like
civilization fall--
one step ahead forever--
writ in time--
the old women
on Jupiters 4th moon
dressed in rags,
her husband, long
dead was known to
say,
at best
they
leave
no
survivors
nice
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