it is so early. it is always so early.
you know that Heisenberg knew
of this very bug, which happens if and
only if not looked for. thank god
the peculiar pushing up from
slim trenches and flagging down
(like WWI, until the higher-ups
ordered the slaughter re-engaged)
brethren. it is too early for
the rest to be up. it is possible to get
by mistaking words as pictures; science
tells us now you merely suffer a brain
that burps transpositions. thank god
science. thank god your mother knows
nothing of browser histories. when
it is late and the flopping slows,
or as often flurries in the quieted
glow, settle after all in that bed
is merely hardcoded as bed
