Harder Things

Cease wonder, those clouds in your day
Dreams won't give you what moisture you
Wish on a day like this
It's heat that's on its way to
A you that can't measure 
The inches between a cent
And a meter, imperialism has
Spoken in a tongue that doesn't
Have any muscle left, because 
The impulse has righted itself
From a building that was architected
By a stone cold asshole
Dematerialization and post-modern
Futility! For what does one become
Another one
And it didn't count if
No one saw it,
That's the lesson of
An Internet, indefinite 
Articulation, feuded by the 
Underlords, sitting where the 
Plumbing meets the sewer
And delivering the brown mail
Corrugated and corrupted

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