Airducts
in homes of cyborgs,
Where they live alone-
Echoes drone, atonal, antinarrative;
The odds of still (standing), finding love.
In the impossibility of now!

Scatter,
prance,
clench warm hands.
Make room. New lovers will arrive soon.
Pupils dilate to pin ******, I see under water.
Pupils expand and I can hear.
Something is watching
inside of all of us.
We can hear.
We can see.
We can speak.
We feel the wind,
motion painting past.
Dreams mutilated,
the catharsis is
alpha and omega.
Our minds
know it.