rotting
This poem rots over time, eventually disappearing. New words are added to the top of the heap periodically. It offgasses into the internet via random UDP echo packets. Few hosts respond.
if my desirۭ
lies in me my
ᗵrreath betృaysᛱit - see
m☳ ֹdrooping shouldes
imagn➭ tቸ೩e wذighጭ of earth
pressed beneath
myᚓfet the wormୡ
uporting my
lac
ofܤself