Transit Dendron

Outside
There are waves
We do not ride them
We abide
There are children in the area
Who need stability
But if they only knew
The inconclusiveness
The outright fluidity and menace
What a giant squid of a universe this is
They would constantly clutch and whimper
So we smile at them
Play board games in basements
And create foods that look like familiar shapes
Tubes and circles
Zeros
Ones
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9.4.13

Evening Dispatch