Something Secret something Deep
Rend my flesh from its host, turn to ashes blow into the wind.
Olfactory’s sting as my carbon spins in the mix of air and heat.
The constraint to that which is inverted n squared.
To then be breathed by the living filling them with all that I was, about 6 cents in actual salable minerals.
Two nails per person, some sulfur.
What is the constraint to that which dust devils, spin to cyclones.
As you try to constrain the phenomenon, you see that I am a phenomenon.
Why conceive the sociological structures why dream in all of the sureality of this reality.
So what structures impose your visage, of protein.
Can you imagine your protein structures wrapped double helix?
Imagine the meshing of machine and protein.
I know see with more metallic eyes.
What you imagine you are already becoming the cyborg with no metal parts.
The machines organic, organisms squirm.
Protoplasm being splattered by projectiles at high velocity.
Vampirism occurring to your quantum self.
Demented those not understanding the preliminaries.
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