An acid reveal of the news ahead:
more disturbances to the conciousness
that favors the lightning to the slow
deliberation of thunder. The changes
sweeping across in ever rapid succession
leave us punch drunk and cowering,
waiting for the next blast: the void
left from the lack of progress
pulling us back, far from the ideals
we once were taught, close to the end
of the experiment, where dust falls
over an empty landscape.
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