Imaginary magicals
The unbeliever, the irradical

Innovations are abominations

Our development an unseen possibility

It’s us, it’s our peril

It’s neither myself or them

But we’re still… Out of motion

Innovations; aliens do that

I’m viral… At least my mind

Uncontrollable thoughts stack up in there

My fear of the unseen… The unbelievable

They call it the unreal

Would we remain as such?

In our past right in the future?

As a tree with no fruit but seeds?

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