the cult drive into the service station
into the multi-story carpark into plastic and tarmac
emitting their own atmosphere of heat

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the cult sits at a picnic bench where there is a wood
which is to say about ten trees to unhinge
the hot day like a coat under the canopy

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the cult queues at the snack bar at the snack bar
sweaty kfc petrol fumes and whatever you want
which will make a person sick in a way

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waiting the cult watches a video of a cat experiencing sunlight
little paw reaches through like marmalade
unable to touch but felt in a way that feels

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the cult discovers the plants in the hanging basket
are ventriloquists voicing the words of god which drip
into the soil and flowers and leaves become thick with god
knows what

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the cult downloads a browser to watch more videos
the browser has an algorithm that plants trees
inside the algorithm is another

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algorithm which gives birth to a forest
already burning

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a world organised to burn