Awakened
Ceri
Futuron
Entity
Craft
Energy
Space Ink
Cosmic Dirt
Pressure
Space Ink
Runs quicker than you think
thicker than your sofa
Slicker than your blink
piles down the pressure
Poison in your drink

All its designs
can never vanish
It self defines
what makes it lavish
It surpasses its last milestone
since it's right there
Begging to be banished

Defiant with no rest
floating second best
Sticking to its regime
Never needs an iron chest

Scripting every order
crashing on every border
Line
Blobbing when its time
to drip
From its divine
prowess
It shows you signs
no less
Than what's required
needs no mess
To get you fired
unless
It's your heart's desire

Precision is its valley
it goes by ink name Rorie
Feels herself into the climax
grasping in her glory
A significantly peculiar find
She makes a perfectly unique end
To your every success story!
© Paul Francis,
книга «The Celestial».
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