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Technology mimics life, it's true!
The way our internet acts as mycelia
and criss cross our world invisibly there;
how cars with drivers are bodies with souls
that pass each other along their great journeys;
and factories dividing labor are the organs of our bodies
individual and working all in union
allowing us to be alive.

Set aside time
to feel your body's nervous internet
criss crossing stimuli to certain destinations
and the red blood cars with oxygen souls
and organic factories

and set aside some time to thank them.
Simply
a
tiny
insignificant
vapid
speck
in
a
world
full
of
stars
of course I don't matter to you
I want to swim
    in lakes with you
      and stare at stars
        and climb up mountains
          and sleep in tents
             and play with bugs
               and wrestle in mud
                                               and
                                               also
                                             maybe
kiss you
A flash of light
and then the boom
Liquid warmth pouring
over tired eyelashes
dark stickiness
coating every inch
of tired skin
the throbbing pain
which only goes away
if you sit
and wait for
another injured soul
to come along and
share their bandages
My friends
are not people

I spend my time
with memories

Memories don't know
how to hurt me

All they know
is to stay
heavy weights pulling                  your
                                                       ­      mind into dead end streets
                                                         ­    that once looked like happiness
illusions made to keep us moving
                                                          ­    false hope
patterns we like to contrive for comfort
             but comfort is only the brief graze of
                                                          your  ­hand
                         or the flutter of eyelashes
                                 that dance into my heart
                                           *like morning birds
Tell me you want me
under your sheets

I'm a bit hollow these days

let's talk about it later
just take off your clothes for now
You gave
me your
number on
a napkin
in a
coffee shop

I didn't
think i'd
text you

but you
tripped on
your way
out so

maybe I will
you don't
need to have
*** with someone

to feel your heart
rip out

when they
decide
to replace you
A touch like honey
You left me with my eyes
closed and heart open

I followed you till
new orleans
Where you said

held your happiness
"Every night's a party!"
Where you'd get

drunk and tell me
you love me
But I dont

hear it much anymore
while you're
stuck next to me

Daydreaming
about where you'll
end up tomorrow
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