Hung by Bad Poet

Bad Poet | May 26th, 2020 | poetry | No Comments


A sound light as a feather
Distant, but distinct
Almost as far as the sun
The god of sounds’ trickery
Knowing the recipients capacity
The mainframes associative tendencies
And the resulting conspiracies
Lasting for days
That amount to years
Deceived for decades
Until the mainframes updated theories
Resolving distant sounds in days
But still abounding in conspiracies
Mainframes stuck within their own confines

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