Wire me rollover breaths
commit late words to silhouettes.
Pessimistic conduit, communist turned hypocrite.
When the surgeon gets them through, I’ll know this change is permanent.

In exchange for energy, I’ll
leave behind and IOU, and
a measly sum of flesh that I’d acquired prior to when…

Now start reading the entire thing again. It’s a cycle that never ends.

I got to tell you, Kihd, ‘my duracells and ribosomes’ are about to explode! This is some “fun-ky” stuff, man.

I absolutely love the ‘…drawn in RoseArt, so of course we’re gonna bleed…’ line – AWESOME!

btw: I think I’ve figured out how to make a sequel and prequel of the same story. This might help you to create the reading loop you are looking for. Check this out: http://ficly.com/stories/26096

I think the code to loop your story would look like this: http://ficly.com/stories/new?sequel=26587&prequel=26587

Cyclical poetry hurts my brain!

I’ve got to say that I’m really into your poetry. This one is exceptional— so unique and though provoking. And I’m such a sucker for the rhyme you sprinkle in. This is very much like a song. You even have a refrain and all. There’s a lot going on in here, and that’s what makes it fun to read and try to figure out.

Thanks everybody! Sorry if I’ve induced some migraines. Freewriting is one of my favorite things to do.