Webs of data.
Quantitative slurry.
Pattern Recognition Symphonies.
Or am I just another broken sociopath,
Like them?
Toxic love,
Perhaps.
Can I treat people,
Like people?
Treating myself like Chernobyl –
Quarantine zone,
Strictly enforced for safety of others.
That way;
My poisons,
Can’t hurt them.
Pattern Recognition Symphonies Redux.
