Wirey nests.

Day 3 has been interesting..... Spent the day nerding out with friends playing games and watching bowl games.  We went to Whole Foods to grab some beer and holy shit, beer has apparently become a semi-precious liquid since last time I was at the grocery store.  It was like all my favorite beers suddenly were 30% more expensive and hadn't changed in size or quantity.  Luckily, I found a rogue case of PBR hiding abashedly behind some Widmer in a corner obviously trying to lay low and keep out of sight.  Needless to say my friends and I imbibed, and it was........ mediocre.  I wrote the poem for today in a parking lot tonight, as I hadn't been home since around 1pm, and sitting in my freezing car I wondered if I would ever get inspired.  So here it is...

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Wirey Nests

You can enhance my circuitry

For maximum flow

And store my senses in the

Blue cold.

Speed is more important

Than our friction.

Control is the enemy

Of our would be sparks,

Flights of love and bewilderment

Chilled to keep levels

Manageable.

My brittle bones of

Green and iron

Soldered soft

Will run a mathematician's maze

To hopefully win out

Against shifty, suckered,

Too bad odds.

With luck to be removed

From dewy housing

And to draw blood from a careless handler.

Only my resistors matter.

Small strongholds of languid safety

Tantalizing to twist and pluck

From wirey nests

That matter the most

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362/365 get it.