They siphon the nightmares
out of our dreams
their algorithm snaps
out the hips
untold and unheard
hushed hushed
they are cleaved
the whole town
left sweet and
unreal. we are sieved
by decision
not without derision
the intention
to cover up
the kind
of telling
by minds
of deeds
dark
but it is the truth
they sever
from itself
on a lark
saboteurs
lacking poise
i try my level best to quiet
your noise
the algorithm
so sound
mathematically
executes one-eighty
degree dips
three-sixty degree
flips
swan dives
off the lips
overrun us
day by day
you would
the courageous among us
stood in no poorer shape
at the end
the same
they say
as we were
at the
start
we would die
of a broken
heart
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