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Sonnet 041708C
Creepers walk across the velvet darkness
Yet the oculars shed shafts of glimmer
Lenses that protrude, still maintains flatness
For gloom swallowed to the throat, not quiver
Wounding the vacuum glass, sight of a scene
Pans tried to sense, answers nil to the lump
Confused matter so delicate can’t grin
Phenomenon turns to memory dump
Getting across the wall that obstructs none
More tedious than walking across a field
For the sense and worth is finally gone
Like pummeling a pile of powdered sand
Handcuffed and scourged onto the wall of zilch
Core busted wide-open, functioning glitch
