I hit the X

A poem by Sean Twohig

Read by Jedidiah walking through Hyde Park in London.

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“…. Connected by the abdomen

Driven by the empty achievement

Of the digital age

Who cares what Bitcoin is worth now

The UI of the covenant

I promise to put it together after I am broken

To mimic Huma

Writing poems for God before anyone

Forgotten publications

When 42 translations is the ultimate recognition of authoritative trophy

Tropic of an 8-bit RPG

These women have been met by men

But they abandoned their post

And wait for us to wait

I haven't had sex for three years

Holding a squirt

Barking in the distance

Like a disturbance

In the field of peace

Quatrain goes octo

Amazed how much the AI knows

But don't pull

Predictive movements in the art of life

Correct the amok collapse

Lifted onto two legs

Deep salt crystals falling through the ocean

Greenland melts as it's wanted

For it is a rare earth we are upon

Tick pick prison will come after this jaunt

Groomed lovely like a resonance field

A long habitat restoration

Is in order

Nettles rise from the earth by this metal and plastic fencing surrounding the elder berry

This is where I once stomped a cockroach

Only to discover his spiritual twin a few blocks away in the Safeway parking lot and bring him through weeks of adventure and down to mayher Baba's tree

Burned and remerged like a thousand children

Spun out like laundry

It must be done by now

53 seconds on the timer

Digit down to this

I hit the X”