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We exist, only on videotape

We have said and done all these things before

Now frozen for a time

Fearing someones deadly finger may nudge a button

and erase us forever

We are no more than electronic signals moving through time and space

With the stutter and shadowed intensity of a tv commercial.



Listen then forget, this is just a distraction.



We are mercenaries, operating on borrowed time

Stealing from a dead future

Our naked tendrels grope through a sea of humanity

searching in vein for a spark of contact

The wires got tangled, you see

Receptors looped in on themselves

Receiving information only about their own condition

This terminal self awareness is deceit

It is all wants and desires, blind to cause and effect

We are all context without meaning

Electronic signals through empty space

From file cabinets to satellites and back again

Lost, somewhere in between