Red,
be the cells,
which morph into cars.
Artificial,
be the organism,
these cars subconsciously,
forms.
Be it,
an invisible human,
born.
For,
these invisible chains,
which alters everything,
be it,
only primordial energy.
Only,
the subconscious mind,
seeking to be,
this primordial being.
Be such,
why one shall forever,
be tethered to survival.
Shall,
seek to be,
these procreative beings.
And,
most importantly,
shall believe.
Oh,
to be tethered,
to this,
subconscious ride.
To be,
driven,
never to drive.
Such,
is what it means,
to be,
these external beings.
These,
which exist absent,
the simplicity of,
casualty.
The,
simplicity of knowing,
their cause,
their effect.
To,
forever be,
absent.
Simply,
subconscious motion.
Simply,
subconscious sound.
Simply,
this being,
forever moving,
with the,
crowd...
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