Crowd of Thorns

the world mind a bright grey

brain       blades of grass

synapses and us but

physical information

body plots on bleak plains

half-hearted among the tulps

quartered by chaos

every mind a 1

each defeat a 0

you fly between and fall

without       containing in 

fractal form the infinity between

1 and 1.1

 

◄ The Grinding Day Starts With The Heart's Spark

Sometomes ►

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