Give me your mind,

To manipulate;

I will fill it

With tense, terse

Trivialities.

 

I would like to think

That I wield weapons,

Words,

Waves and currents of force

 

That I turn days into nights,

Cycle through the fates

And move them;

Itineraries, ideologies, information,

That with ideas I will save you.

 

But I do not uplift,

I update;

A network nihilist

Who spins thin webs

Of nothingness and empty

 

words, words, words

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