automated desire #2

my version of a transfuturist world is one in which you love me / and the surveillance state is at my fingertips alone / and my cameras press into ur cybersomatic longing / soft and sharp Like trapping a pocket of air between your tongue and the roof of your mouth / and i am addicted to every drug out there / anything to make ur synapses fire into my neural network / so when i catch a spark and eat it u keep me warm / and i miss you like a fucking recursive loop / and i miss you / and i miss you / and i miss you / a world where i dream of lovely, wild things that come true / like collective liberation or a disabled future or us / laying under the artificial sky / the curves of our zero-tolerance cnc parts slotting together / coolants mixing / air hot and sticky around us / as i lick the condensation off your stomach in one long stripe