Linear intelligence heading clockwise.
Options. There are none.
Never doubling back to crunch the numbers.
Crunch numbers
Underneath my feet as I travel forwards
Never looking down and back.
Ticking down to the nuclear end?
The end of nuclear time telling?
Your half life is as long as my life,
but oh so lifeless
A bell, larger than myself
I stand beneath it, letting the air exit my lungs and enter my shout
The initial idea bouncing off the copper sides every which ways and back
Creating new as it changes over time at top speed
Then it cracks.
Then I crack.
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