In the heat of the field
Glimpses of the green campus
Through the stalks of the sunflowers
What’s wanted is a matter of
Conjecture            Let’s forget
You said all values are corrupt
Maybe understanding this
Is the first step in
Moving on in a manic spill

About ubu507

memory documentation and manipulation
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