decade per minute
grief to be to play to dissettle
that memorial kiss time
what was the A rush
the reflections adulated
the strange riding complexity
their unnewformability
where is the A rush
it’s a bad sad
“you must rebuild a me
a biologic
so I can ride the A rush”
there’d be more people alive
than centimetres in the real world
the every virtual wanted
the ever declined
the A rush