malignant motion

and here they are, dozens, hundreds,
thousands of malignant motions,
every day repeating, every day
spreading through the population;
these are the numbers we see too often,
the nonsense riddles,
the lack of reason for a
taut bowstring.
they’re spreading now, now,
faster than ever, until
every ounce of flesh,
every splinter of bone,
is working towards some
purposeless purpose.

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