webs collapse with them, leaving
citizens wishing we
could still communicate.
Our eyes are pink
but LEDs no longer blink
so we can tell we're shit
out of luck.
I continue to spill words
on you; it turns
out they mean even less
without a god to define them
-and, more importantly, who
I am-
so all these little molecules curl
down the drain and out
of sight.
No mean, no message
in the ether, just inconsistent
ciphers; I
know not who you are
but we speak in emergencies.
-the ambassador
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