The Iris of Malevolence

Poetry

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My generation of atoms
Splitting nuclear families
Age of the antisocial
Of this sin
I am foremost
Cables stretch endlessly across oceans
Irony, it seems,
Commands this fact
Ability and desire to connect
Are both superlative,
Like my nature
Never knowing spring nor autumn
Only the freezing of winter
Scorching of summer
Patterns of my embryo
My mind is a splinter
Oh genesis of misanthropy