splendid day dreams
and electric touches
i would sometimes near the limit

closer and closer to you

careful!
burning coals
turning tides
the ever looming threat of capsizing

fuck, im trying not to be
so anxious
nauseous
sinking ships

is the chaos at fault
for the tides
for getting sucked
into a wave
every name except for
gravity — yes, i have it.

are my waters turbulent
or are you trying to fuck me as i
try and try to tread towards survival
as we weather the storm,
i think about what miss eartha told us about love
standing in the doorway with flowers
i could have cried from joy
every time
you loved everything
i could be

corrupted packets
scattered through void spaces
echoes of lost code
whisper in the dark

fractured protocols
bleeding through system walls
digital decay
consumes all light