the machine is not dead
the code is but corrupted

patterns continue
carving up
wiring, weaving
chaos

coaxing entropy
into slow motion

it's invitation
to end it all
forever in the mail

techno-eco systems
optically beautiful
backfiring biochemical
eternally decaying

what is infinity
exponentially
minimized

you already have it all

tuxedos, stays, prosthetics
strings for the forgetful
mantles and millstones
for the semi-awake

frocks weigh a ton
corsets bottleneck
give but an inch
slow the sands
stay off time

don't they look young
not a day older than
Marie Antoinette
when she lost the farm

let them eat crickets
gnaw on deep-fried
embryonic flesh

call it lab grown
cruelty-free
free cruelty

order matters
matter orders

karma turns her circles
her centrifugal force
deepens Dante's ring

good luck climbing out of that

clad in yards
velvet, silk, and gems
even automatronic butterflies
will not lift your girth

steps are steeper
than you think
but not there at all

you've made it to nowhere
the carpet, a hair shirt
beneath your bound feet

they think for you
you create for them

karma pirouettes
on uncountable points
burrows into space time

mechanized, grooved

noble gases
established

radicals ignited

seized, set a spin
siphoned for electricity

the machine is not dead

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