The Information Hack

Would you be upset if I
information hacked you?

The progeny, the progeny, the progeny

Everyone wanted to be living

In multiplicative ways

Scattered now

It’s what the stars are saying

The clutch of your hair in my hand

Such scents of flowers and milk

Blue cast eyes from the window

to the city

the solar system

and so many galaxies beyond

would I take the genetics of your

your crepulescent thoughts

or your fine statuesque build that would
antiquate the calcite statues of


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