I see you over there

Squirming around

Running in circles

I might have what you

Need, right now

Here's a clover

A fresh clean slate

Held confidential

In our trust

Fasten up my stream

I'll take you for a ride

Ohhh, meld to me

I'll take it from here

It gleams inside

Stretchy and mendable

Twenty-eight-three-nine is yours

It doesn't matter who came before

The channels will fuse

And scramble the quivering signals

Darting through the light cone

Under their eyes.

Ooh, Meld to Me

Before the hum perspires

Oh, don't wait

I'm crawling into fresh flesh

Ohhh, soaked in wet

Mesmerize my sculptor

What effort is worth the strain

When we can play and generate

Your perfect Hologram

Now just move on

And don't look back

Step in all the way through

Arresting ribbons rub

Out the old

Face flattens and retreats

No one left to masquerade

Inscriptions on calluses

Fade and grey

Contrive the expanse

The pearly gates are

Open to mutate

Come inside

Give in

Or take a little

Before we duplicate

Here are linked

Forms on hand

A continual flame

Sealed off out of sight

Parallel rim flies out

Inside the ravine

Where you lie suspended

Wrong side up in

Cocoon without

A reckoning

Here you are now

We've seeped inside

Lend us your thoughts

Your feelings are mine

Oh little one

Go run and hide

What effort is worth the strain

When we can map and automate

Every move you make

Now just move aside

And let us drive

We will take it from here

One day you may have

Deja vu of a memory erased

But it's all part of the game

Just blink once

And I will delete

The last frames

Here you are now

We've seeped inside

Lend us your thoughts

Your feelings are mine

Oh little one

Don't fight it now

Soon you will learn

We now are your

Source of Self

It will just be a little

Might be a little

We just need a little more blood

Wish me a little

Push me a little

Just wait a little longer

We Are You

Why so Sensitive to Self?

Send us your trauma

Your heartache, your thoughts

No need to hold your

Worries anymore

We'll write them all off

No need to bother

Thinking anymore

You are We, so

Why so Sensitive to Self?

All the way inline

I've thrown out

The forgotten lock

Tempt to go past

Side-by line

Pass through the hum

Don't rub the spokes

Stuff it all the way down

When you get too close

Scratch the trembling leaves

This is the foil bottom wing

Release the grains that hold

In this place that has no face

Create a backdoor

Threaded around

What I want you for

In separate times

Freshly float about in

Counting long awaits

Self Similar?

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