ReRites (Volcano Gamers)

we lie with gamers asking: what progress has been reached? each scorched heart is only an Extra-Inning wall in bed we’ve learned to rain desires We were literally boring in Nothing. Lungs inhaling subversive herbs. Narrow buzzards of the irrigation palm. The eagle, cobalt virtually. Sheep Variations in the Night of the Foyer of the Room Where I am Quitting Christ. Your job -- what will I see? • in 2025 — lieu Bullets harm the air. Light bends birds. Drifting seven flights like it like the fuck true with a few shadows Nothing matters. We suffer. [OUTRO] On the volcano, I read the transcript of a butterfly. [END]