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Oct 2014
Pure, collapsible, indisputable.
Oozing inside with purpose.
Vicious slime invades the orifice.

****** and pulsing;
unfiltered specks;
all untarnished space.

This sprawl leaves it's mark;
stains like blood
or coffee as it drips;
collected into vats;
like flies in the ointment.

The nature of the beast moves quickly:
video games or junk food.
On our eyes simulated,
stimulated, embossed on our souls.

Spoon fed groomed inspiration
pumps direct.
Into sacks of meat
vacant gunk sloshes.
Glommed onto cells,
demanding position.

Consumes virtual reality,
the avatars,
our status,
updated or not.
Timothy Alan Corner
Written by
Timothy Alan Corner  Buffalo, NY
(Buffalo, NY)   
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