Stupid and alive in the maelstrom
Six years of drowning
Electricity flows thru city runoff as the cells reconfigure

Living rooms abandoned
Detritus in the corner of the eye
Hopefulness like cancer blooming in black light

Possible futures hung on the basement wall
Too late for death

Water in the marrow diluting shaky evidence
Of purity as artifice even in moments of un-notice

And all this time i could have been so much more?

Your body half-recoverеd from dead geometry
Anothеr me watches far away unaffected
Home is the connection
Between two artificial intelligences
No heaven, no shell world, no base reality
Just god

A hidden access brighter than a smile
A contingency for eviction
The splinter in living flesh
Your last recording echoes in pheromones
I'm made to feel this
You're made to infiltrate me