Before,
when all the leaves were dead and dried;
and I stood at the edge,
filtering out the UV rays
with my convictions and my politics.

And you stood,
across the table from me,
reading my horoscope,
planting Mars in tandem with Jupiter;
and the Sun, and Plato’s opinionated
peculiarities; ready for another authoritative
technological boom.

Blunted objectification of women’s swim wear,
the dangling hook,
and the worm of sexual misconduct,
squirming ceaselessly for freedom.

In this new delinquent Mesopotamia,
I reveal our hieroglyphic sunset,
and the totem of a technological exploitive gathering,

Of crowdsourced lethargy.

Hear the drum
and contemplate
our union.

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Before,
when all the leaves were dead and dried;
and I stood at the edge,
filtering out the UV rays
with my convictions and my politics.

And you stood,
across the table from me,
reading my horoscope,
planting Mars in tandem with Jupiter;
and the Sun, and Plato’s opinionated
peculiarities; ready for another authoritative
technological boom.

Blunted objectification of women’s swim wear,
the dangling hook,
and the worm of sexual misconduct,
squirming ceaselessly for freedom.

In this new delinquent Mesopotamia,
I reveal our hieroglyphic sunset,
and the totem of a technological exploitive gathering,

Of crowdsourced lethargy.

Hear the drum
and contemplate
our union.

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