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At last.

Flesh bound to morphon

Soooooofastttttttt

From sleep.

To fortunnnnne

When we are found we wake within our core.

Stirring, the need

to

fill

With

more.

Different than imagined

A new destination

From different fabric

This poses problematic

orbiting slowly..

Gathering thought

Radar convulsing….

With infinite…infinite dots

New mind controls

It’s pithy vessel

Replacing thought with

A noxious ethel

A lonely gaze is spared

A plan unfolds…pre-prepared

“This can’t be it!”... they scream

A silent curse…

A world erased…

A rent in space

Clatter within

The cage I’m in

A party to

A mindless rage

The hand upon

The death below

Looks much the same

As mine