Blue Ire Blues of Love

The last crack: patched; no light left, atoms ionized.

Silence with a smile: the absence of vibration through mediums of large water masses.

The bite of hollow wind: cryptography decrypted enough.

By choice of privilege.

Malware mutilated when breach of highest privilege is attempted.

Observations to be unnoticed: noticed.

Whether the cat meows or not.

True cathedrals are hymn-less of vibration though the medium where perfect equilibrium resides.

To the figures of mind and soul.

Logic and emotion.

Endless mutilation without root.

Consciousness derived from the composition of matter in the mind of false and foul-fluidless thoughts.

 

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