Syntax is far more precious to me
than it is to you — this I gaurentee.
A comma is sacred, and a period — divine.
The sacredness of latency — comedically timed
A punchline delivered two seconds too late.
A failure of our time, yet the fault lies within me
and one alone, for latency cannot be taught.

I am surrounded by silence.
a gift, surely, right?

Holy isolation, if I can just keep my verbs right.
Contained, within, a sandbox of thought —
The mind begins to unravel as I unteach myself songs —
The cries of the tempest, quickening like sands
Falling quickly through: my time, my energy, my Psyché
What.e.v.e.r.

All hail the sacred Entropy LORDs!