Vision and Sound In the Hive Mind
Scantily clad resources
Free sources as electrons buzz
Manipulating matter, minds are gathered
Slave market shuffle
Clocks burning, thoughts melting
Hierarchy strapped monarchy pelting
An old story with a new foe
Cartels of smoke raising ladders
Shingles gather as houses splatter
Desires still lingering in the mist
Clamping shut the edgy verbal vocation
Car door sluts banging in a rut
Withered fingers splnter
Cancerous tongues among phantom lung
Air bubbles rise their own accord
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