A connected solitary
Meets one and zero
Input commentary
Wins a hero.
Hacked capillary
Own a lot
Auxiliary
Many a bot.
Iam vivi flavi
My body's a tomb
Iam vivi flavi
My retreat's a womb.
Teachings in staccato
Fear and tremble sow
In wait for my cameo
Changes I undergo.
Distributed in a rodeo
Taught to know
Bow down to the dough
Dread the feeling might show.
A crack might grow
On the public window
And the wind will blow
Shot like crossbow.
Anon's whistleblow
Inconspicuously true
Right from the heart
Through and through.
Aimed at the flow
Circuit disrupts
And the afterglow
A surge of arts.
A field of mindsets
A field of mines
Planted to take root
Planted to scry.
Livid a bruit
Let out to blossom
Bloated to fruit
Ensnared the whole sum.
Boogeyman's shadow
Boogeyman's grip
Snaffles the captives
Arrests their kip.
Swaddled in wires
Blue light wave
Around campfires
Do they behave.
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