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I

stand

in

the

great

world's

white

desert:

No

thoughts

or

feelings

here

-

only

the

emptiness

Of

broken

hearts

that

glitter

like

fields

of

cold

Stars

over

a

narcotic

world

where

only

the

dead

survive.

Impulses

of

bit-streams

from

my

hard-wired

heart,

Superhuman

and

hollow

thoughts

in

my

copper

cage

Collide

together

like

dystopic

gods

-

zeros

and

ones

That

burn

like

the

skin

of

forgotten

feelings.