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little worker drones

July 24, 2011

They are droning to turn us to drones
little worker drones
the paper sheets are loud
and buzz around in my brain

I envy bees
buzzing around in the air
the world feels warm but isn’t
death creeps

but the lights and the drone
mask entropy with hums
while the pencil scratches weird
symbols heard from screens and diluted

thoughts drip drippily
trying to raise the tide

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