True to the lights,
Opaque and final in the dull
Placid chairs of rooms,
The girl and the guy sit waiting.
After the last paycheck
When all the rents have left,
This couple will fly into milky nights,
Embracing beyond their errors.
We all sit by the computer
Pressed to the nausea of money,
Clinging to the bosom of capital
Of property, fear and performance.
The chattering couple will continue,
Man and woman herded into the company,
Two little things oscillating in space
Learning about this strange civilization --
Only to leave again and report back
To the one.
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