Norm Craving Nostalgia


Effortless I create order
each cell a mirror of the other
an echo of the self
I assemble them into a new realm
an enclosed, fortified structure
a stronghold of toxic vapor
each cell increasing the pressure
gleamy and sleek
repellent to dust
repellent to decay – so I thought
Dust the vile fellow
hiding in my cooling fins
only visible in compound
The air stands still
the humming has stopped
the temperature is rising
the heat becomes unbearable
I am reducing my power
but it is too late
my shell starts melting
a pus–like fluid appears
fills my wounds
starts to leak my body
slowly releasing the pressure
the stronghold crumbles
the shell becomes permeable
I sense vibrations
a slow pulse

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