the button has evolved into
a noiseless vacuum for sound
spilling out unconscionable
silent lies twisted in fabricated knots
clinging to the pasts of the
world they are in nameless
ways a detailed map
of the future rot of post-
cyber-space frontiers
the plastic encased forests of the afterlife
conceptual landscape
forbidden in un-digitized
scripts
the button has been transformed
by formidable lies arranged by
present visions of mankind
wrapped in napkins and placed
rather lovingly in the trashcans
of the once bountiful regions
formerly known as the silicon
west.
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