they're there
twisty little passages
all alike
lost in
imaginary castles,
caves, labyrinths
died in houses
forrests and planets
been everybody
interfased and interfaced
heard songs
on endless loops
(i have a weakness for choir chords)
waiting
for the last
c-
arriage return
of my bracketed life
where are those places
designed
by the cyberarchitech of this universe
when I think on Things
out of cycle
trapped in inaccessible worthless
code
swallows an obsolete console on a dusty cartridge hardcoded
for Every blip-blop
loading on a chip
do
to end
Then gosub
Without
return if I lose
THEN ELSE
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