The machinations of weeds often go unnoticed

but I can feel the dandelion’s dark intent.

Inside my computer are vices I can’t explain

and virtues I won’t.

What battles for more are fought silently

in a world of less and less?

I was born in a gold mine.

Gold is a poison.

like fish we die far away from home

in houses that will immediately be given to someone else

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