Markovian Parallax Denigrate

Grinning Parasite and the host,

clasp the Glass, command a toast.

While the multiverse dangles Our string…

joyous mutilations continue the Spring.

Bounded; so we head for the Coast,

In full pursuit of John Titor's ghost.

Mere fiber-optic ruminations and worse,

Salient failures, but still hunters for the Source.

And so the Fighting endures for the crumbs,

Ballparks, oligarchs, brownstones and slums.

Open spaces blanketed by spectacle & infanticide -

crafted by the Hand, quantitated & calcified.

When the time is nigh to ride & cannot wait,

And barbarians are lining up at the gate.

Just remember we're going full throttle,

on the Everett-Wheeler Model.

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