in the quick-cut-spliced-split-beamed-flashed n’flickering
we’re both now nothing more than a hypersupermegasearch
a word, a phrase, a soundbit, a visual image caught by someone,
somewhere,
with the oldest device, the newest device (soon to be outdated to become the
oldest of the newest devices)---
our blood is mechanically electric & fading unless someone comes to
charge us up again &
the...
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