Cumulativity

threat cumulativity: the tendency of new technologies to spawn new threats that do not displace old threats but add to them.

A whole lexicon begs for add-on, 
more texture, 
an extension to the house
soupy of subtle shade, 
as in the rise and fall of a fine herringbone.
The noun is stronger than the verb
and can calm situations,
think of a tuft of tweed
sweet golden boy. Tweed
of golden retrievers,
or perhaps of I 
in a silent voice command.
p is a voiceless b.
q is a voiceless d.

A semantic phenomena
piles up in every nation,
drawing nearer to one letter.
One the. the, the ins and outs,
The haitch eats humble pie
with an axe to pick with hatchett,
#hashtag pedigree of aitch
let us drop the aspirate gracefully;
but for goodness sake combine t and h.
One symbol! Just one
for the most used word... and. of. to. be. the!

Think. Oh, the appropinquation, 
A cotton flowered December
picked scarce as southern snow,
all wrapped in a scarf
holding winter in mixed rusty row.
haha hung on a naming dot yea shaw.
quick q is superfluous 
in this New Year.

I slowdown; all knobs are unfair
placed and turned,
the confusion does dare
proximities stare. 
Wrapped around my head
covering my mouth,
I of degeneracy in the dead dirt. 
That finger prick 
when it gets cold; but alas, there is no longer comfort
in going south
to eat from fields of fields nourished in blood. 
eth became unnecessary so drop that thorn.
The sonic attack was just crickets,
or perhaps a bamboo didgeridoo or the apocalyptic horn.

I of the earth
ribbed crisped, choked by fabrics,
choked by wooled tweed layered et al;
and the 27th character.
It cannot end with an ampersand!
Testing, always testing for telecity 
but to end without a voice
wearing solomon’s seal of affection?
& win! Wynne, when you grew tired
sticking u’s together just became w,

knitted and wild,
it runs through hexagram 54 
converting maidens chasing the yutu rabbit.
Think threat cumulativity.
Think follow through the door 
of digital security.
Think looking glass.
Who is that sitting with the woodcarver
standing over ‘you’ a carved block
shaking thunder? 
Yonder, under the shade of a cinnamon tree,
A and I stand alone,
another flawed mortal fumbles towards enlightenment.
On the very day chang’e landed on the far side, 
the dark alphabet twisted in character.
You know the lexical meaning.
Voice landed soft on insular g 
ghosting yogh, aeons in the aether
sans the ash.

Moss mesmerizes 
that amalgamation, some long ago threat
attentive to life at all scale. 
In a coordinated campaign of villainy 
exploiting vulnerabilities in language
with brute force attack 
& threat cumulativity,
CUM can be defined as follows,
where capital X is a variable of sets
U is the universe of discourse,
p is the mereological part structure on U
water yields more water...circular. 
some sum operation,
one can rely on the patterns of speech
as telltales of particular symptoms. 
Mental conditions open windows,
federal seeps in ethel.

Hit the wall!
How do you tie that in?
What do you see when you look at the stars?
Do they help you navigate life?
Pomme frites and champagne,
bubbling instinct becoming real
excited to transcend separateness
in the division of dream reflection,
it’s heaven to adapt between trigram lines.
Let the cutting shape the gift! 
Without rehearsal short term memory trace decays 
in just about 18 seconds. edt men.

The far side is not dark
but is shielded from earth noise.
Gathering up loanwords, the moon is upside down
on the other side of the world
and languages cannot be tamed...
The crux wearing dark fashion
will never be out of style
but who knew a seven could be so bl&.
Along the way we lost the clever tironian ond, cold.

Call of the wolf, the howlin wolf of fifths
to twelfth night eating king cake
howling for war,
Behold the king! A long s
coming in eclipse season
then fading like the art of diagramming 
sentences, break apart
like dead stars but for all the rules of usage;
lunar-solar-lunar sequence
some syzygy. 
Line up partial or total. A blood moon of silence
twists on the back of the tongue,
the velar sound of eng
still rings in the universe.

A time traveler tool
says it takes an apple-knocker
to force the issue.
This peculiar individual causes consternation
for others but relief for themself...
an anti-stresser before they go bats
acquiring land on the beavertail of prickly pear.
A trickster’s mnemonic repeats: build a wall. build a wall. 
Dissected map jigsaw
the puzzler older than fanboy,
mouths full of danish but it is really Viennese bread.
Stuff the dunker, call it what it is!
Phooey, it is a putsch! Distract all the religious caterpillars,
the sapient sufferers turned and flipped
the fondness of phil on the
POLYPHILOPROGENITIVE...
Pull up your skivvies ya snooty superpimp,
in the beginning was word. 
To outgas a balletomane is half the game
just past the first of six solar eclipses in first position 
in second and so on…
Oeuvre of opera works the long game,
After the lunar New Year of February fifth,
the year of the pig, the khan of all cons 
and threat cumulativity
shifts from ham to ham. I swear it’s controversial,
man masters of subtle schools took a bath.
Where is the future? Where is 2020? Look back!
Where did it go?
Where is my xanadu in the cracked and brown wilderness?
Some words turned 100, letters were dropped.
Where is the polymath?
All I have left is my complimentary close; ex animo.