Rumors from the Attica Flutes
There’s a storm of fire gone unseen
hidden behind the shadow’s screen;
right here on this planet earth
the place that holds what we are worth.
An anxious and a sinful place,
controlled and made by human race,
where every greedy thought takes root
and made a unit of law to boot.
Where Attica flutes of hades sing
those sour notes of cutting strings
that swallow all the gods through fear
in cyber orbit above this sphere.
Such iron bars do now unfold,
with Cerberus guard dogs that they hold,
that fiber optic censored glow
invoking AI storms below.
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“Rumors From An Aeolian Harp”
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