sky getting smaller.
sisters getting taller.
days getting longer.
robots getting stronger.
the universe:
collapsing
colliding
consolidating
you- me- dispensibility.
so dramatic? i think not.
not now, now that i have
sold my soul for twenty-six pages.
my pen underwent a transformation
it's head chewed and attacked
poor little urchin.
the tiny ones crouched down and poked their digits at you
one. two. five spikes plucked
as simple and noiseless
as the universe:
synthesising
simplifying
stupifying
stupid.