It's what is written
It's what he can't find
It's what is left unsaid
Necessary nets and nuts
Illnesses nest for them to
Discern and sink into fingers
Wavings with what how danger
Never ever ever never no
Not that yet and why hasn't
It smashed the screen yet
Crushed the skull and
Broken the hardware
So the glow the starry internal glow
Will fade to dust and join the other
Dusty pillows growing higher
Than the mountains surrounded
Their houses and pet enforcements
Wooded to intercept
Civilization that creeping
Monstrosity artificially colored
With light
Foggy ground
Rise up and erase all
Foggy ground
Drop and leave hanging
Decorated erections
Of control to be unplugged
Left hanging to fall
Along the long tunnel down
Into the bed's stopper
It's a mess you know
You know nothing
Holding on to the illusion
Unplug unplug and yank
Your yanks until the sparks
Burn your eyes out in a minute
In a minute detailed with no details
Gotten farther without them
Unplug and unplug
Pull when it pulls back
To back you up
No one there to have your back
It's what he reads
It's what is written
It's what he can't find
It's what is left unsaid
- Max Stoltenberg
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