i've got your voice on tape, i've got your words in me, i dont want anything else,

Infrastructure

In this
White light,
My skin
Like velum
Glows transparent,
Like rice paper barely
Concealing
The blue highways
Vitality I suppose,
Little cars,
These vessels,
Moving:
Air,
Nutrition,
Vitamins,
Minerals,
Focus again,
Light diffusing,
Upon my writs,
And I look,
I see my life,
Sweeping past me,
Dancing,
Dali cannot
Melt
The clocks
In my world
Supposing
That my mind,
Can
Catch up
To this
Time,
Still
I perceive
That
I perceive
The whole world
Is different than me.