We're more than ghosts in the shadow,
We're flowing neon rivers
Euphoric headlining frequencies
Compress and resist,
Our skeletons within
Electromagnetic forces that
Spiral and circulate,
Their cycles encapsulate us
Such arpeggiated thoughts
For such an internet-being
Attention span forcing creations
That may never had been seen
A daft mind in a dull shrine
Valuable vines will only grow with rhyme
A mirror of yourself is important, in theory,
But stagnant in emotion
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