Solo

Always been fonder of giving. (A fuck) Many penultimate days are telling. In retrospect.

Stranger unexplainable, mismatched miasma. Quandaries to ponder, puzzles unravel. Fascinating complexity will ultimately, be the death of me (us)

A possession past from hand in hand. A being in a glass box, (you wanted me) hidden in calculating from the world to see. Bound up in riddles of envy.

In ultimatum, at the bar stood, attacking a diversion perversion. As gayly the deceit widened as my suspicions depth fathomed.

Traps are for bears, human endeavours, should never meddle to destabilise. Top tangent tokens given out. Telemetry signals impeded, even though we loud-hailed, jumping a top triangulation posts. Post-mortem. Slaughtering.

I never waste sugar on severering tethers. Let distance flood our vision drying. No hope of syncopation.

Then, dimmed room suddenly transparent and bouncing with photons processing. The thumbprint, amber with dried blood glimmers on the value lever. Shivered in fever.

A fondness for the deceiver leaves the nieve more beleaguered. The impetus impressed for a reasonable treason, underestimated cunning, retribution seen in principle. Leaving.

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Telemetry