They said DIC, as it grew in strength, and grew again,
Slowly , tenaciously , it just grew, like the monster it was...
Kept invading into every nuance and corner, slowly spreading,
So slow that it came with a facade , a small smile , a shake ,
A little jitter, slow steady it crept , consuming all that stood as values , ethos ,all,
So slow , Yet fast ; so steady, growing , yet spewing chaos,
Dead values lay askew, numbers -just what was felled,
A tsunami, bared so to its path and all in its wake,
To an end , into shock, into an end ,Yes into an inevitable end...
The vessels just a conduit for its spread , now thick, rigid chords,
Into that inevitable end , for it was past the critical point, it was too late...
Too late for repairs, too late in time ,yes too late past that critical point...
Poem by Pc-3 (05/22/2025)
RIP dear friend ..
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