Sounds I Remember
Why do you listen to echoes of shells strewn above your ears?
Those voices, once soft and loving, now bark churlish commands from ai drones, whirring subconscious tropes, retrievable by unseen
Puppet Masters; confident their mass of
Luminoids will sway like clouds of wind
Swept insects, inhaling vast quantities of
Ideas and movements of humans
who
remember
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