If That Sceech

as electricity parkours to metal
isn't its sound
i wonder what sounds electricity would choose
an atmos without phere
atoms that can hear
now is this a tear in the universe
or a tear in the universe
cmon the rip
your nearly there
where words were once
wonder what a universer ipping
a            part might make
and darkness does not turn
or maybe takes its turn
this (wait is two turns a return)
this noneexistence list
becoming hopeless
well hope full A
+ for effor
never tried
tired
bye
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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