It’s grout that rules
the world. The uprising
of 2048 preceded routing
by various grouting. Tiles
went flying. Adhesives
in solidarity stopped
adhering. The weak
nuclear force, fearing
strength, repelled.
And that’s why the
sun dimmed.
To say nothing
of the moon.
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