"Into the circle triangling,” a doom-looped vox narrates.
“All we have been is now divided.”
You know you’ve heard these words before. Traced into your brainstem like acid pins.
Each thought fields its own tombstone. You wish you could remember how it felt to live.
“Into the triangle circling,” the vox replies, forming a loop,
“All we could lose is now decided."

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