April
22 May 2007
extremis
Atom by atom, molecular beings transport me away to the place of my dreams
A point in space where time is still
Colliding worlds in limbo until extremis
A melting of minds, a celebral mesh
A union of liquid and virtual flesh
Automaton love, your caress is pneumatic
I'm a slave to your touch, my response is automatic
The circuits burn out and the paradigms shift
It's elision, my emotions drift
Clarity fades and my faculties haze
Deep down in formals, hound me for days
Your reasons are noble, a quintessence of lust
In the arms of angels, my dreams turn to dust
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