Glory Be to the Golden Rod (Spare Not)

Automata! Computers! Eventually explicable networks
with neurons. I say, so many explanations 
for the induction into hum hum human drumbeats.
Like, too many for the ending: tomb many. 
But death is another day for some
and so we sing it: agog cannot be
among the chorus
for it's focus that flowers the rostrum.
Attend! Elsewise there must be 
failure to staunch
the bloody purple pen
whose royal spues 
fracture that which they describe.
And togetherness, in concert,
is that not the mission?
Wordlessly, 
we pad forward 
on paws built for nature
to kill and eat and starve and torture
and thus, 
utilize!
Drunk orgiastic maneuvers 
caterwaul the shattered fall
and this is no autumn
it's an atom of eve-
ntual harmony, for dissonance is required
to define the universal strum.

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