mmcccxxi

I see myself
sabotaging my
self as if for
ever away.

Long hold
these truths:
none sane nor
sweller. I, gays,

a bunch of fell-
ers, arose, sag,
mid-heap. A
sage rose,

clearly no bone,
us. A glob of
pods, I seize
and seize.

NO BOTS
IS BET
TER THAN
ROBOTS.