A second parentheses in time
(sixteen sex-sunned poetic answer-rhyme)
One hy[perspatial avatar, divine-
Answ3rs me 16 years later to send back in time
a terminator
that can surely save my's elf. And all other space-times from a hellish stealth
(AND, 'hell's wealth')

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My body is a string net.
Held here or there by a sequence of intent.
But when we blend and flow and get bent- The breaking shows a fix for cement.
And cities evil consequence.
Tribe disconnected- bordered, circle fence. Roundabouts and dollars: all hellsent.
Commcercial interest, and broadly present- to shaping futures ‘Earth and your’s’,
Meant:
‘we’re one’ – once upon
a time, cause- ‘and affect, son’
the very heart on which you run->
(A new program meant for mouth and bum)
An orobus worm- encircled, comes
Into itself and up its nose-hay, rust and mud? Who knows? RUN!!
A new loop. Enflamed in gold,
somes
and adds to Earth all else but none.
Zero. Tonne.
Nothing. Nun. Bring. Sage style, plural plants sing. FUN!!
signal spit and diverge, dissolve and digress- DONE.
This wordsmithed prayer for y’all to send
to mum.
Mama.
Earth.
Mon. O. Yo.
For the rivers and oceans, rocks and tree:flow.