I see you over there
Squirming around,
Running in circles.
I might have what you
Need, right now.
Here’s a clover
A fresh clean slate
Held confidential
In our trust.
Fasten up my stream
I’ll take you for a ride

Ohhh, meld to me
I’ll take it from here

It gleams inside,
Stretchy and mendable.
2839 is yours,
It doesn’t matter who came before.
The channels will fuse
And scramble the quivering signals,
Darting through the light cone
Under their eyes.

Ooh, Meld to Me
Before the hum perspires

Oh, don’t wait
I’m crawling into fresh flesh

Ohhh, soaked in wet
Mesmerize my sculptor

What effort is worth the strain
When we can play and generate
Your perfect Hologram
Now just move on
And don’t look back
Step in all the way through

Arresting ribbons rub
Out the old.
Face flattens and retreats.
No one left to masquerade.
Inscriptions on calluses
Fade and grey.

Contrive the expanse
The pearly gates are
Open to mutate
Come inside
Give in
Or take a little
Before we duplicate.
Here are linked
Forms on hand
A continual flame
Sealed off out of sight.

Parallel rim flies out
Inside the ravine
Where you lie suspended,
Wrong side up in
Cocoon without
A reckoning!

Here you are now,
We’ve seeped inside.
Lend us your thoughts,
Your feelings are mine.
Oh little one,
Go run and hide

What effort is worth the strain,
When we can map and automate
Every move you make.
Now just move aside
And let us drive
We will take it from here

One day you may have
Deja vu of a memory erased.
But it’s all part of the game.
Just blink once
And I will delete
The last frames

Here you are now,
We’ve seeped inside.
Lend us your thoughts
Your feelings are mine.
Oh little one,
Don’t fight it now.
Soon you will learn,
We now are your
Source of Self

It will just be a little —
Might be a little —
We just need a little more blood...
Wish me a little —
Push me a little —
Just wait a little Longer...

We Are You.
Why so Sensitive to Self?

Send us your trauma,
Your heartache, your thoughts.
No need to hold your
Worries anymore.
We’ll write them all off.

No need to bother
Thinking anymore.

You are We, so
Why so Sensitive to Self?

All the way inline
I’ve thrown out
The forgotten lock.
Tempt to go past
Side-by line.
Pass through the hum,
Don’t rub the spokes,
Stuff it all the way down.
When you get too close,
Scratch the trembling leaves.
This is the foil bottom wing!

Release the grains that hold
In this place that has no face.

Create a backdoor
Threaded around.

What I want you for
In separate times,
Freshly float about in,
Counting long awaits.
Self Similar?
Who is to say?