the long gone blur of a sped up daydream.
bones banging drum and birds screaming in the sun.
the pace is now an extension amplified...
echoing technology, writhing on the forest floor.
handfulls of sand collected, rivers extracted.
vomiting the organs to feed them.
hunger hunger hunger
heart, liver spleen...
sparkling in the twinkle of the midday glow.
filtered through the leaves and reflected off of shards of glass...
...the light seems more gentle.
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