"Up to par, we are far, hours of pennies in my jar, a chance, I may have this dance, with some sergeant sold, and spent.
Take a second out for goodness’ sake as into the glass the copper breaks, as I am last in line again, you are third, as we combine the word. Vocals become text as I was last, now I’m next fulfilling backbones bent and spines tangled, the wires of our brains become a mangled mess as we are transported telepaths through squares and dare not ask why. The filaments fry, embossed with curves and scents that cost us cells.
You tell us so much of what’s inside your spaghetti’s recipe and such, from the place that has been carved out of your maple face, grains I trace in ellipses on their axes. Converted mixed and sniffled rosemary, a rhombus hazel craze of ‘hope’. Tourist, why did you underline navel, put a dot next to a less than sign. These sine wave ripples never end, frequencies of the LFO’s bend, we all follow the robot trend, desensitized from hours as they turn to seconds.
See you tomorrow in five years, dive into the blue planet with open ears, see you in Venus’ hollow sphere, contrived, a castle, forlorn to hear."