stain this electronic floor
with my word blood
a thousand knives are air here
from within the spin and grin
the extraordinary speed
makes me wonder where the time goes
where’s my will for change
the answer is to remain
the same
strange
outside extant standout
pleasant but threateningly different
from what happens day-to-day
the xenophobic changelings mediate
their deference by
making medium their makeup
middling and mean
this is the meaning of media
socially isolate
strange
then that it should so dictate
the dictum of social
change
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