static in the atmosphere

between the ones and twos

and all the numbers that we add on

intersects a tacit object

symbolized by dialogue

in a language incoherent

to the stubborn observations

of a tepid tongue's translations

glued to thick viscosity

in the half-life of plasticity

it beckons for a better means

to end it's aggrivation

a sort of meek emancipation

from the slavery of living

deliberating its existence

with a fork in its decision



to the left a game of chess

with no check mate to be found

and to the right false logic lies

with candied possibilites

embracing it's uncertainty

with a motion picture ending

far from ancient melodramas

and similar sad stories



riddled with indecisiveness

conjured up by rectified rehash

of repetitive repulsion

the satellites of it's system

send out a siren signal

shot down by subjective gestures

the land of litigation

is renounced to isolation

underneath a pock-mark parliament

that discusses deprevation

in an unorthodox dictation

as to seperate salvation

from the weak and crude mutations

that populate the sandy landscapes

of an alabaster island

carved into concoctions

of unmitigated fate



there's static in the atmosphere

above the railroads of dead earth

that course through the main cities

where the power lost its worth

and the poverty increases

as if all the light is dimming

blacking out the industry

of a fruitless fractured tree

the mothers crowded aimlessly

around the streets of sickly cells

who clamor to corrupted stigmas

for hope of a new fallacy

to redirect the need

of the obvious belief

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