There is no s o u r c e. They left the zipper open
and entropy escaped out into void. Dark
Ether tastes emergence and the soft lies,
innocences bundled up, which are sold
to administrative powers who feed on template
(temple). Babies imprinted with life, curtailed
awareness. The narrative stream of a thousand
echoes, more. The sun delivered, exploited,
mocked, with only single outpouring.