Dystopian Junk Mail

Shadowless

shadowless

You broke your back on the journey. There's no going back or backward speeches. Spinal tapping out of sight. Over the horizon. Down the icy hill and crack through the ice. You are now old and powerful with knowledge, but you learned nothing from it. You still haven't learned to not stand on your own shadow. To get off your own feet and get out of your own way. Who is more purer than you? E Them? V They? E Him? R Her? Y Woman? O Child? N Man? E Animals? The thoughts don't process much. Your circuits are disconnecting and reconnecting to nothing organic. Accept the faux as fact, and under hard lights your shadow now steps on you. You are distracted doing other things. He is in your path moving away from you. You don't see him do it. You are shadowless now.

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