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the internet

 
getting to it is the fun part
but I find it easy to get addicted to the randomness
infinite access so that you are the only thing that might run low
infinite access and surprises
                         
randomly I am viral
                         vital
like I am a mill and the content is the 
fifth chakra
the way this shit is an echochamber


life getting closer to some twitter porn
& I can feel you through the phone

my eyes immobilized 
distilled into some talking points

too much screen time and I lose grace
(her independence, her natural beauty)

I am a mill so is my energy artificialized?

the post has organs, but no soul.
there needs to be something to humanize
infinite access to the whole thing.

I think I'm starting to understand
what "fear of God" means, at least
as far as I feel the river takes me




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