theres been this rotting ginsberg in the small lines running my skull
like, oil slick left trails of its own neural pathways.
something of antiquity been broken & Im sober
& broiling over leaking through wiht a moving portrait of sorts...
Theres code here and we can just almost see it
I know this doesnt mean much
but parts are moving closer
the lines within me are not just scarring ,but smoothing over heal.
I didnt just find these cables somewhere pointless, they have a place and time
there is more to be said, there is always more...
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