Brambles

Unsure of our centuries

shoveling on the stimuli

Cursed by crossing

over to a tangled

answer.

We go from ear to eye

and make our way through

fear.

The technology

works through us

And will not be

shut off.

It is relentless

It is abiding.

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Unsure of our sentries

shoveling on the stimuli

hiding from ourselves

cursed by crossing

under a tangled answer.

We go from our to I

And make our way to far

and then appease the fear

The technology works

through us

And will not be

Shut off

(Homo homeostasis)

It is expounded

It is in writing.

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Unsure of our senses

Shoveling on the stimuli

Cursed by the crossing

over a tangled answer…

A human cry

(We go from prurience

to decadence)

We go from ear to eye

And make fear.

We find our way

Illustrate the

continuity of

human endeavor…

The madman’s brambles

do occasionally

yield sweet berries.

Sharpen your pencils

and your wits.

Shapen

sharpen your pencils

and your wits.

Sharpen your wits.

Shapen your wits.

Feel a fit

of specialness

coming on.

Do not push it away.