so cold the world,
new fruit meets a bolder moon.
the magnificent
synthetic biome,
raised between the two seasons,
can collapse from one
unattended curse.
mass or consumption, even
mass-consumption or
unpruned decay or
quick harvest of the fruit and
the structures themselves.
the magnanimous
prothetic steward is source
of each parallel
needed to maintain.
the universes' bounty
dies only in dirt.
by kevin walsh, 2010
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