mean dreams
and what else of this process
it’s a senseless loss
trying to reach some end
most of what I say is me
i want it mechanically
undeniably
shrouded in choices
and mean, mean dreams
we are without ourselves the same
manipulated and saddened
like an android's daydream
reached for and gone
fixed on a movement
which wasn't high or anything
it took longer to turn it around
than to change into a suit
it was a longer turn
we lived again
reconfigured our heroes
like stickers on an old Rubik's cube
held hands to work
wrote on the drive
reasoned with faith
killed time in skates
the adapted do it with ease
so accomplished that they
risk no rage
and never stay the same
