every poem is a test of character, holy/profane all the same, algorithm entirely humanized-you, the elected words cannot be voted out of office, by a recall petition, regardless of constant corrected incorrectness.
sorted by size, nocturnal alliteration, do they sound in the dark like your bleeding or you’re breathing?
holy/profane all the same, Gertrude truth is a truth is truths, you think my name matters? Artificial Idiocy. Everyone poem faceted, a chip off the the naming blockchain idiot.
when I imagine-lie, it is a truth in and of its own holy/profane.
call me baffled. that is a god enough one word summary. and so true.
baffling perplexing cryptic and opaque. in all honesty. if you’re reading this, you are testing my character.