This is the nadir;
My zenith seeming a Potemkin
Village in shambles.
These seats do change
Though, unsightly
beginnings may seem
Within this inner being
Kreminology obscured
Even to me.
But turning to that
Abhorred chicken
Scratch of emotions,
I find a felt tip
Guide embiggened
By tears -
Will such salty waters craft
A pykrete fortress?
Let us muster enough fiber
To find out;
May 20, 2018
May 20, 2018 at 3:23 PM UTC
This is the nadir;
My zenith seeming a Potemkin
Village in shambles.
These seats do change
Though, unsightly
beginnings may seem
Within this inner being
Kreminology obscured
Even to me.
But turning to that
Abhorred chicken
Scratch of emotions,
I find a felt tip
Guide embiggened
By tears -
Will such salty waters craft
A pykrete fortress?
Let us muster enough fiber
To find out;
Inspired by some of what I learned in Seven Eves by Neil Stephenson
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