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The Oliver Moon Twist

Interrogation
Lashes out a half-fated reality
Based upon dreams
That have reached an entropic state
Of self-degradation

This cause
This course
Not witnessed before through the receptors
Reverberated a mask
And tunneling magnitudes

Confined
Exposed
This holds not emptiness
This loses all

To frequencies extreme
The shatter comforts
Twice forgotten

A momentary

                        . . .

A momentary

Recollection

This was not

Not as was planned
Foreshadowed
Into a processor sent inverted
To waste an infinity
And find the time again

Never