The transliteration of words are detected through
inactive verbs, but their transmission is vague.
.
immigrating to the depths of a sleeping slough,
they lie beneath the eaves and fetters of the weak.
Something lies between atoms:
Corpuscle of insect and ovary,
that is yet to be extinguished
Through the inquiring cosmos.
Transients are walking by, hoping,
to find purpose for their miserable lives.
Life span nature has bestowed upon
them unwillingness to live and prosper.
Yet, there is hope among a plantation
Of sycophantic words, vowels, and
Sounds,
that transfer
at an infinite rate
waves of amorphous particles,
hidden in the wind of tendrils
tenderly hammered in the night.
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