soft warm hum of eternity
envelopes me
like electricity
streaming over printed circuits
is there a difference?
rocked almost to sleep
lulled below the dawning
of a new age
heralded by the voices of profits
speaking to us of hellfire and groundation for the naughty
and an extended bedtime for the complient
no matter,
it is only another
obsessive regressive assurance
of our splendid
magnificent
.
.
.
insignifigance

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