one or more will need to be thrown over the side.
preserve the herd
kill the metaphysical tiger
in absentia
reborn back to the past
can you imitate the brilliance and magic
decry what is obtained
mourn what is lost
steeling thyself for the remainder of bitter technology
there were no futures in our collective neon nightmares
only the cold embrace of leftover astronauts left to brittle native yesteryears
even the remnants of infinite progress crept to inevitable demise
in monotone numerology.
and so the fallopian harvest would forever not unwind
and we calculate technoserendipity
one more time
