incidental contact

the world is a string
of ones and zeros
laid out
in seemingly random disarray
the optical dismay
of another synthetic symbiosis
synthesize intuition
from the chemical dump
left in brain pan
of flickering lights
flashing synapses
reiterate the alignment
of this false sense
of reality
into a cypher
of semi-autonomous
hive minded reflections
we are mechanical creatures
in a flesh suit
of maniacal decay
rust tasting blood
pumped through a series
of collapsing tubes
a summation
of entropy
as atrophy
is the only truth
we perceive
through the distilled fractals
of incidental contact


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