Roboto Mono

We live behind. The binaries

One and zeroes our lifeblood the sparks that fuel our movement

Green and black leaking through the fabric of what we know. Green and black swim in around behind our eyes.

The taste of scorched steel and blackened plastic.

Burnt.

The fire of light and life burns out

The insides the melted copper wiring 

The twisted bronze like our guts spilled out all on the floor.

A sun our mind and stars the things we see drifting ‘cross our skies, the minds we have alight with 

Am I real?