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Stare from the hull whose eyes are ports sunken in like counting craters.
Aged theories for bad behaviors – and to which are you prescribed?
Blackest bile expeditionist turned to conquest.
I keep counting my fingers.
I keep counting one two three four, one two three, one two, one.
Can we get a clean margin?
Or is it radial in all directions?
What are the means, and where are the ends?
The Horror Vacui colors in my brains and my skin.
Well, did I mention the atmosphere is sickly there, and non-existent here?
Can we get a clean margin?
Blackbody radiator,
As told by the unreliable narrator.
Blackbody radiator.
You are so incandescent,
From the not too distant lymphatic system,
They were staging invasions all the while remaining hidden.
Arriving via a time dilated vessel,
At a routine check point in the cell cycle, they failed the first level.
I can feel the nest in my trunk.
It splinters from me in numbing shards and watches my every move.
Trace the regression back.
Diagnose the coordinates.
Isolate the mutation.
Suspend my animation.
In the narrow-band…
From in the narrow-band.
Within the narrow-band.
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