Silica confidence couldn't flinch if you cried
That's the finality of on or off, fought or frightened
Be damned in the super indie viddy scurrspace

Cybernetty pot, cure the piffles and the grout
Caution spurs take horses & curs and cast themselves
Among the once peopled plains, gone as the buffalo

To the great yonder, and while this beyond fights 
To get its share of water, the ars technics paint 
Landscapes across infertile transistors

Reproconstruction, the other DarWinner's Circe
Rage, tempestuous guards, manufacturers 
Claim they know just what they rue

No shame, interdicted blame spues 
Bluer than ice hues, frosted in the prehistory style
To denote: caverns can't evolve to caves

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