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What We Do To The Web


our fight against everything
is a battle against
another bad dream,
the imagined foe
whose shoes we fill.

"what we do
to the web
we do to
ourselves."

We are all one,
a singularity
inexplicably
split into a multitude
of minor madnesses,

hell-bent
on destroying
our enemy;
ourselves.

- kpr2 08/28/2024 2:04am CT

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