Air

We'll all be wearing our second skins
Rubbered up and free from alien-agents
Masked up and sealed inside
Kissing a second layer
Genitals caged and wrapped in pipe wires
Brain to belly and back again
The coming age is clean
Intolerant of dirt
Our windows will look out onto a mirrored ideal
There will be no actual outside view
There will be no streets or houses
Trees and plants
All will be
Whatever you choose

Are objects transformative?
Does an object offer a genuine opportunity to debase oneself?
Isn't this somewhere around the borderline where
Necrophilia puts a hand up
Do talismanic objects subjugate
And do objects that subjugate offer a lens into
I wouldn't say perversion
I would say alternation
There is nothing left to pervert
It's already with us
Everything is here
We don't need more



Credits
Writer(s): William Kenny
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