I saw my generation stagnant and banal, spark of light dissipated from their eyes, dragging themselves through days, waiting for the clock-face to reveal the number five, holding their breath for that short fix at end of week, so they can relax in a middle-class heaven, comforted by a thousand square meters of wood and brick and flat screens, that validate their simulacrum of existence, where they can watch and prey to their gods, where they are angels and have success, because they are told they are angels and have success, where they vomit up the dredges of mindlessness and copy the mindlessness and share the copies copies copies, where they masturbate to signatures of other peoples rights, just to level up on other peoples likes, drunk in mediocrity, their minds and souls are numb, or they would be if they had not have sold them to the various demons of the machine,
The one I love makes my heart warm,
I feel solid safe around her.
When her eyes shine,
my chest opens up like cozy breath.
I Love her from marrow,
she is more amazing than words.