Lost Love Lust

Tags: cold

• exigent.

  It’s cold.
  It’s dark.
  I want to restart.
  I’ve got this heart.
  A journey it would like to embark.
  It’s hot.
  It’s warm.
  I find myself reborn.
  No time to scorn.
  It’s the law that’s sworn.
  It’s clean.
  It’s mean.
  It’s all a time machine.
  My eyes fall through the screen.
  It’s a gene that’s in my vaccine.
  Obviously, it’s a matter of all unseen.

• Drive C: soul.

  I like that its cold in this room.
  The light clicking of the keys implies words being created.
  This desk is gray, the screen white.
  It’s all primary.
  Innate.
  The computers are much like the human body.
  Silent, somber, and sedated on the outside.
  On the inside, vibrant, violent, and voracious.
  Much like the soul, these computers contain portals to the outside world.
  A [...]