Oracle fadingA Poem by Sad Unc Days 3562Tentacle slap, and hold the throat. Itchiness. A static, nonstatic. Nonconforming speed. Games. And Intentions. And overthinking. And all in dead time. But live mistakes. Ignored. And still, the loves, the needs. Diverge. Too precious to discard. Too painful to hold. Attention vortex. And over-complex market place, heads to shaking apart. And yet it works for some. For most. Another storm on the horizon. This one shall be weathered also. Is it clever to go out in it?
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