A Quality Of Life


Mass production is mass seduction

form of deduction from many to few

Quality made to suffer why try

To create a new buffer AI

Artificial lotus of illusion blossoming

Utopian paradise of false promising

Everything possible or graveyards without markers

For who may spurn an earthen urn

Perpetually filling with names inscribed in rusted script

Of axes ground of balances tipped and overturned

The tree of life reduced to kindling charcoaled screens

Electronically blues and greens

Coat the skies painting eyes with suction

Mass production is mass seduction



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Written on 2026-05-12 at 12:20

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