Un-Plugged

I wonder if I stepped through
That impressively large puddle
Of congealing mucus
Plasticizing on the rough and black
Relying more on windspeed
Now that the sun
Is half way round the world
From this the fixed point
We find ourselves in

And who left it there
And after noticing it the first time
How dumb am I to leave my print in it
Not 2 minutes later

And from this seemingly fixed point
I watch as the real-time
Keeps tugging and unfolding
Proving the perception engine’s
Operational error in linear form

So I muse idly to the air
“Damn, that really was
A marvel-inducing quantity of snot”

As I step in it a second time

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