Couldn't think of a post today. So you will be treated to...that's right...free-form poetry!
The cipher I cannot break
What is felt but unseen
A thousand years of lichens
Grown cold and crusted over
This case of rust
Try to laser it away
Still it remains
Metamorphosis unbridled
For the eternal passenger
Collocation and continuation
With no active role
Urban dirt baked in solar heat
The color of cinnamon
The smell of salt and oil
Mushroom clouds loom
Somewhere in mental backwater
Can't fight it
The future does not need me
Ok, you've suffered enough.
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