The buzz in my pocket is just a memory
A tactile enemy
A lie as I sail away
Not by the satellites of man on a globe traveled far
But by stars
Around a planet forgotten by men and daughters and sons
An aqueous world of chaos and orderly frequency
Starvation... the only punishment for delinquency
And upon the wind I will ride
Over waves and tide to a place where the Sun rests its head upon my pillow
And sleeps
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