Chromatic ticks, taking control of all interior.
How is it we follow suit, red, black, red, black,
Knowingly folding our cards,
Eager to present nothing.
Doing as does be said, and as dominoes do,
Falling simultaneously to the clap of our own humanity.
Orderation and osculation of the soul beginning at birth,
How is it we tolerate these utterances of being heard?
Only the purest of men source soul from soul, from dirt and tear.
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