(Preservation Of An Atlas)

The future was a complexity we didn't often care for
as we inhaled radio static and
braided our tongues into promises and swears. We were
a mess of manufactured fingertips that thought distance
was the space between our bodies when
breathing each others exhaled oxygen wasn't enough.

Our concept of sustenance had always been questionable
-or so we were told by the mouths of a flammable culture
that said the only way to fix something is to
tell it to stop. But
how could we? When this was
the closest we'd ever come to mapping our thoughts.