we float as long as we have a swim cap

the child’s head is wet
a neat temperament sparkles beneath the fluorescent light

there is a Judas Gate in the swimming pool
and those who are sinking are pushed into a single hole

the closeness of things that are far away
let’s tele
let’s call us tele

memory and dreams are traces of resistance
rummaging through abolished time throughout last night

you and I were hurting at the same time

cybers that share every in-between
now even the fingertips are permeated with an artificial nuance

old technology feels like a part of the body

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