Weak Life Search On Google
surfing on reality-oriented weakness
no hope for the future
huts dawned at death
technological breaths through poor imitation
i am sitting on the wave of googled truths
hearing Dortoyevsky's words 'I will choose God rather than truth if I have to'
faulty faces foolish mornings dissolving into the realm of xeroxed poetics
poem by Nyein Way
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