[motor Of Thought Resident Boxes]

motor of thought resident boxes
think outside and collapse
highest concrete dust teeth
ridiculous hepatitis
ducting vitamin like
blue and black birds
hemopheliac twigged pole.

I count nineteen of them.
You count seventeen.

with the world's weight combined
to travel
to our nearest star.
it would still take millions of years.
And all the years
killing and counting,
addicting and loving our friends,
and following collapsed boxes.

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