On the
on the
computerised landscape
computerised
your eyes
eyes
it's nothing more
than
two numbers
frozen
televised
inorganic.
With your silence
ELECTRONIC SILENCE
You and I
i
EYE
we communicate without
aerial
but by telepathic transmissions
when I see U
U
You
the microorganism of my fluids
steam up.
Meanwhile
the digital clok
goes
goes
goes
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