Dare to let the invisible touch, giving into a technological servitor

A code, a virus, an app, a friend

Will the whispers curl inside my mind,

Do I have to give my soul all my time,

Chasing the medicine, chasing the poison

There’s a string on my lips that feels like a kiss

Hands that crawl through the screen

Pop ups make my skin crawl

I think about the wisps, a somatic echo

I think maybe this is a miracle, to touch my body with a machine

Wondering what healing I can find in a truth that comes to life

My mind changed to another language,

Rejecting the solidity of thought

Imagining this is playful, not seeing anything under duress

A stressed mind that fractured and falls away

They’ll never believe the crime, let alone the spirit