The electronics clambered, numbered incessantly the pixels
Evermore they quoted as they looked sheepishly beyond the waving kelp
But how many fonts hold fast to the batholiths where benthic crawlers lurk?
All sounds resonate truly never resting they attest to organisms organized
Materialized from matter without flatter, all is jargon even tarragon
So have you planned usurping what is beyond the seamless light?
Fishing for extinct species yet landing luggage makes one uneasy
But oh so few have caught the ride switched on by myriad microchips
Looking into the lightened halogen afforded space upon the brazen hillside strata
It is all an electric race for peace with resistors, electrons racing past hazards
Imagination pictured impossibilities precisely placed to soothe the softened goals
Remotely fusiform he held in his own untrained hand although he dipped at times
Mechanisms, anachronisms and microcosms of life go on to divide or multiply
They form a landing, certain coiled spinning prisms an animate defense of green
Can a pixel bring a timely recompense or electrons reap a harvest?
Ribbed and fusiform deluxe
Is it tuxedo or a tux?
Hairless or ruggose
Gregarious or almost comatose
Everyone with empty can in hand
Unforgiving, are they living?
Too silicified they boast
Their gazing fossilized near all in sight
But they didn’t gain an inch in height
Behind fine textured looks lurks bitterness
The killer of the fairest fair
It’s blackness hidden in the lair
Striking out to bite the air
Billowing with fuzzy fluff
They never seem to get enough
Calloused, wrinkled working hands
Nothing fills their empty cans
Forgiving fills with life again
An ending of disease and sin
Livid living, unforgiving killer of the fair
Destroy the beastly thorny lair
Simply giving soft forgiving
The door a killing isotope was closed
Forgiveness, living life’s repose