A/void

Sometimes we are like ghosts

Churning ourselves out

Instead of to butter

To vapour

Holding to our phones

For life

Here we live

Sending ourselves

Machines are our houses

In robots

Work goes

Tick tock

Nothing stops

& we don’t want it to

For the time is now

Messages to avoid the void

Messengers to upload the void

The universe fills itself with itself

& so we are reborn

© Niliema Karkhanis

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