turn my computerized contacts on
they won't boot so I roll in the lawn
I've been notified by my beeping thing
that I'm out of bars and so I scream
squinting in the desert of my making
twisting my ergonomic wedding ring
I meet the eyes of all I pass
no downward hypercataracts
I love you through the EMP
I want you forever with me
under the grey and under the blue
through you and with you and in you
I found my self in some strange park
Where people congregate after dark
wooden slats and paper mache
my boohoo facemask starts to fray
I've fingerwalked a million miles
to find a truth that's half as wild
as face-to-face and hand-to-hand
combatting hearts in promised land
I love you through the EMP
I want you forever with me
under the grey and under the blue
through you and with you and in you
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