What seems random but actually a fractaline pattern. A mathematical certainty.
Uncertain about it's final form.
The clocks of the world unfold leaving all in yesterday's know but holding
To their vest the events of next.
Putressence, gangreen. Sounds like they
Could be flowers inviting pollenators
From every Shires ende
The tendre croppes.
A science-fiction nightmare with greenies from other dimensions and
Shapeshifting into frienemies.
Due South, dress warm, make sure
Your ears are covered for fear of pink skin
Fading to white and then
To black.
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