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,

bog-looted,
and the acrylamide to pies, pus out,

epics with pony livers, pool in seniority.
Lowerable.

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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