per/for/man/al/ity
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