To go in one machine on the road watching
another machine in the sky. To enter the
machine I'm traveling in I entered a card
in a machine going a progress through the
suburbs where all the houses are the same.
Lock hands and hope, let the mood deepen,
step into/down to learn, to change machines.
The one in the sky has entered cloud and
disappears. But the sound ...

I see a globe wrapped up in occupied flight-
paths on a screen. I hear the light noise of
the buttons on the keyboard depressed. The
ravine between you and the world you're supposed
to be in wasn't a dream, and. Turn. Passing
an insect on a wall, its supple antennae already
measuring (Time = Energy - Money x Hope).
What have we missed? Who is reporting what
to whom? Turn sharply into the less well-known.

This? A high-pitched melody from the digital watch
on your wrist in the desert. Which type of hype is
the best type, the most manipulative, the most
lie-laden? Gecko, stopped. Beat, pluck, tickle
the rhythm through: A tiny cloud, one bright wisp,
to the west moves - in time, burin nicks - moves
just a little bit, moves me, ah.