reaching off into some sort
of infinite horizion
that echoes our own calls of emptiness
back to us with spashing
dreams and flashing lights
to pollinate the skies with some wishes
ticker tape parades that glitter back from a
hollow echo beneath between believing
that the space we live in
is something more then an empty
computation reverberating with such
sorry dissonace patterened from chaos
the starlight in the machine
as teeming espousal of reprisal
intelligent relinquence of abjection
deliquent minds that blind the occlusion
as masterpieces and vandalism
of intergalactic noise pollution
replicating in it's fractual patterns
of some sort of logicical creation
spaces to space of lasting fascia
racing back against the crashing edges
of the universe of purpose
of infinite horizion
that echoes our own calls of emptiness
back to us with spashing
dreams and flashing lights
to pollinate the skies with some wishes
ticker tape parades that glitter back from a
hollow echo beneath between believing
that the space we live in
is something more then an empty
computation reverberating with such
sorry dissonace patterened from chaos
the starlight in the machine
as teeming espousal of reprisal
intelligent relinquence of abjection
deliquent minds that blind the occlusion
as masterpieces and vandalism
of intergalactic noise pollution
replicating in it's fractual patterns
of some sort of logicical creation
spaces to space of lasting fascia
racing back against the crashing edges
of the universe of purpose
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