Hidden enough in beaks to get
partially mutually intelligible,
away they quake.
Bots fly flung from moorings. There they’ll be, but for few.
Time anyway, lost into the “lost.”
Pew-bound birds algorithmic spaced.
In-geared world, cowed phenomenological,
and the acrylamide to pies, pus out,
epics with pony livers, pool in seniority.
Vaporous of past as the drawing awe.
Language hide-bound, awoken in the thorns.
Expiring the acidic delta, to the educated singe, undone tide.
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