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New-vital

Are we conducting a robot?
To write off our life slosh,
As we detach to explore...
 
Are you scared of the person behind you in dream décor?
The sweetness of them, supple, sincere and secure, I won’t turn from them anymore...
 
I want a space that suits my body, and a body that shapes my suit.
 
Drooping with these screens, we could be using our screen eyes and bodies...
But we’re biting on borrowed time. Focus on my face and timeline...
 
When we fully take over, they won’t stop these ache-numb, religious-atheist, vicious silverfish, who don’t think but spin beauty... Spill blood and suck feeling, chase silent moments...
 
If we lose our memory-doubt-history cycle, get lost and find ourselves in the deeper summer night cycle...
 
We are with the second sight phoenix heads, playing gold scores piercingly, growing as swimmer-dancers in wonder of the pieces of wild peace, new-vital...
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