Cellular Soma

A little gave wisdom,

A little more gave speed,

The speed became a race,

Then, the wisdom, laid to waste.

Racing minds emaciated body and soul — chased them, and time, down a memory-hole,

as sedentary sentries foreboded futile eternity, among the whispers of those to vain to see, that neither is their honor among thieves nor faith or even fervor among the fallen, the gnarled — those rewarded by the self-imprisonment of delusional pride.

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