Hive Minded xXx I

Extraterrestrial,

     Outstretched bionic tips reaching forlorn nearly eclipsed of hope fingers whose loss of range equates to reading holy deluge water Braille with sunken ever grey twilight melted cloudy eyes, pressed by the clause's hand against the ochre blood orange stained pages of no less than disdain's honourable ransom hate method  book of half a life's freeman tale that exiles appeal, save to the man who created the great lie that is the cake...

In earnest anticipation of,