No Prompt, Just Insomnia (NaPoWriMo Day 9)

No Prompt, Just Insomnia (NaPoWriMo Day 9)
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No Prompt, Just Insomnia

Brain is shaking again.
Loose meat electro-sludge.
So stubborn. So erratic.
Good luck tokenizing this mess.

Jail cell culture bars
pulse with radiation.
Perhaps, deep fried
deep blue America flavor. Yum.

My hands are shaking AGAIN.
And so it the moon.
If you don't agree
you aren't looking hard enough.

Possible circles swim.
Shimmering seductive thighs
of a juicy thicc conspiracy theory.
Bite by bite the flux shifts.

We think of collapsing reality.
Polishing physics into wet dreams.
I've never seen a ghost or alien.
You'd think I'd be top of their lists.

What I value, you do not.
That is my tragedy.

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