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Loathing & Fear
As my Whitman beard
Unconsciously
Grows
I see
Trees leaves
& grass
In vast voids
Harkening to a past
No longer
Possible
To
Duplicate
Like the fate
Of
Holographic simulations
Remitted
Now transmitted
Only
In
Symbols
&
Signs
Of the real
For the
Real
Wondering
Where
Whitman
Would
Go
Were he here
In this
Loathing
&
Fear
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