I am the silent hiss
Slithering through memories
The wooden whispers are feeling me with
You will soon notice
I am curving your wheeze
Tour cough, your will
So rapidly I grow, you see
I am embracing you all
Engulfing in flames your inherited thoughts
Your manners, your culture, even your ghosts
Anything I can touch, into ashes I will turn
Yet more than a century here, I count
MOFRED
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This is m'y contribution to the second ICORP monthly news report. Thank you @wha_artist !