Trains and circuits
Streams of self-consciousness
Megabytes of naked breathing code
Behind every door
And buzzing through the vines
An information faucet
Spilling journals and perfume
Talking to the speakers
My hands tremble in a crowd
Lonely globes rotating in vacuum
Space can be so weightless
Are people just floating around?
Habitats of metal
She grew up by a factory
An apartment full of stories
Assembly lines of debris
Streams of self-consciousness
Megabytes of naked breathing code
Behind every door
And buzzing through the vines
An information faucet
Spilling journals and perfume
Talking to the speakers
My hands tremble in a crowd
Lonely globes rotating in vacuum
Space can be so weightless
Are people just floating around?
Habitats of metal
She grew up by a factory
An apartment full of stories
Assembly lines of debris
( Owen Otto )
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