Sound byting silence’s sweet squash
pflows rhymed ice deeper
tlooking at the future
thousands of ever sands
tri-colored with three hours
deconstruction of pragmatic foes
reaching
faster than never
Whild social Earth calculations
reinforce organizations seigs
gatts being food, currency, baubles of barriers
with lights dimming in the depressed branes
images resonating thoughts
built up like snowflakes in July
reproduced nine billion times
flesh attacking borders
to reposition the silence of shadows
with noise from central ideas
Waiting for the space
believing in nothing
they would build a comfortable cellular structure
meaningful for being meaningless
sparks of quarks scintillating to wonder
about the edges of time
before one-dimensional entreaties rush
a mass entity’s pleasures for electronic-motion
happiness in the for-itself
In God one trusts the silent season ends.
