Cleaning
up my screen
We could be forever
here no need to
buy another thing
this floor to ceiling
world about
beneath inside
us interstices
cramming on
Kardashians a beatbox
soup lukewarm delayed
all scintillating
pixels my feet
on earth
ping no satellite my
unimportance trips no sonar
bats fly over going for the same fat
figs as me
imagine that your benchmarks
got rubbed off
bit of Ajax on a Chux now
you’re free
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