Monadal spread.

Sociality runs a gridlock.
Like medusa if I merely glimpse.
Chained to our nexuses.
Or more like ninja stars stabbed into us.
Consequence of mere existence.
Among each other.
To live by the sword and then die by it.
Like trying to drown out a jack hammer.
A double edge sword as you know them.

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