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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