Feed in Infinite Darkness (Reaction Poem)

Moon rockiness,

the suckiness

and the craters all being full of old broken shit.

Like domes nobody’s using anymore,

and wrappers and claws.

 

This space feels old,

empty.

 

Its darkness infinite,

in life walking from one side to another

on a bridge of dreams,

where nothing is truly as it seems.

 

And the Feed is burbling

and the Feed is spiking,

and the Feed,

the Feed,

the Feed.

 

Learn to resist, the Feed,

and everything must go,

unit.

*Some lines taken from Feed by M.T. Anderson

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