by ibull

if i knew who was you

i would know the future

no dancing or fantasy

play, but no games


layers and layers and layers and layers

rolling into each other constantly

stop, the home invasion

poverty demands you jig


privilege upon privilege upon privilege is

wool upon wool upon wool

there is no becoming

for the wealthy, an undoing of infancy


the node is and is not

blinking until death

slow collapse, the network

what was virtual becomes lost noise