Away With the Wind In Time
Join me, in my hand, ??
Join me in the Institute for a Common Humanity.
Here I perch, naked and beaten, on a tiny glass slide within a microscope.
It is wondrous to find that this skin is formed of a million shattered triangles,
our brains fractal-ised caverns of tentative foliage.
Join me, in my hands, ?? ????!
Join me in the Institute for a Common Humanity.
Where, and too far away!
Our hearts sink in sealed jars of Dread;
an unwilling relief is sent of the wind.
In time, an ultradian contortion;
we'll peer into the minds of a derelict people, and clear as ever day
shall arrive the curious light.
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