And

A Poem by itsnotnatural

N/A.

Melding viscera in an echo chamber
Shouts into its own void
Spreading itself through time
Through hyper solemnities of forgotten whims

And the negative circuit's hospitality
Left it vulnerable to venerable strings
Set to the beat of a corroded heart
Pulsing at a sub-atomic level

And what was left but
Dredges of organisms spread thin
Making themselves thinner
Across the mindless expanse

And impossible shapes
Leapt up from abnormality
Ever increasing on their axis
Into storms of malformations

And we are