now as much as ever we need space even more.
steel and superpowers.
we been magical
but sorcercery hasn’t been enough.
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oh lawd, can a nigga get a force field!
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let’s talk that real pillow talk
holding onto hope
when thoughts and prayers have failed
let’s snuggle up into cybernetic fantasies of nanotech
smarter than the biology of fingers
and tin of badges
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oh jesus, how much stronger we got to get?
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whom does the singularity include?
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why couldn’t creation have just been a myth?
electric memories keep eyes lit
all night long computing
while chains keep bodies in place,
while cells provide shelter
when the streets fill up with the phobia generations in the making.
so long in the making time travel has more dangers
than the edge of the universe.
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send thoughts and prayers to parallel dimensions.
maybe they’ll be of some use there.
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maybe the horizon holds another event
the roads of this dystopia
have yet to find.
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what good are the pistons without the gas and the grease?
what’s a mission mean
as acid rain tears at the hood
revealing rust and the algorithms
of a nation
forcing you to drive onward?
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what’s left?
what else is there when only space seems safe?
when to leave is the best defense?
because to stay is conflict.
everyday is a casualty.
the struggle is actually an assault.
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