Glitterband

Glitterband to rust belt, when the plague came
Tore apart the orbital canopy.
Ten thousand ways to live,
Now all that glittered is just a stain,
All that remains of our sanctary.

Glitterband to rustbelt, we fight in the dirt
Always alert for the shadows hiding,
The knife in the back, we kill for scraps,
hunted for sport, by the rich and the bored.

Glitterband to rust belt,
The majesty, the worlds of light suffocated.
The night sky darker than it's been for centuries,
at the interface smothered where the plague propagated.
Glitterband to rust belt,
where we connected our minds we find our vulnerability.
We let the virus in, and let it depose
The cores and polls and roles of connected humanity.

Glitterband to rust belt,
the Belle Époque has been and gone, Machines in our heads withdrawn.
Lost inside where we used to decide what was going on,
Protected by Panoply.

Glitterband to rust belt, my world shrinks,
Disconnected, unable to feel so I fear.
The minds around me, cannot find me.
I shrink the, the empathy radius.

Glitterband to rust belt,
The jewels in the sky die,
Plague spread Nothing we could do
To stop the advance.
The dance of the metal and flesh. Into each head creep
The tiny machines
Patiently infiltrate the interface
Between you and me,
The inorganic, changing, melding, rearranging,
Creeping death of our connected fantasy.