Thursday, December 11, 2025

Decay In The Plot

Coagulate
Stuck up, drop out
Cellar of data—
Decay on full-frontal display,
What’s in a name?
Rising up, tearing down;
right as whatever the goal,
trips in an inevitable plot-hole.
No one actually wants a clown
Crabbily holding one down
Rejecting projection
Internal imperfection 

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