04.06.25
The final human in the so-called
kill chain or loop
except for ‘you’ blackbox
the exception is made
suspended anodyne
the notion of meaningful control
in zero sum game I looked
to you suppose [no] audience
ultra private parts broke off
inside immunised on my face
on the need to preside an alibi
Game rates non-materials change
roaming in Davos the calendar
our slowly processed hearts
your huge white ring in the sky,
on every balcony in the night
circumscribe the happiness
lead me to the right
