Derelict 2.3

Stuffing and bread inside all this steel.
And arms, tubes like arms embracing
sloth. Blood vessels keep tabs on use.
If only one blood cell came to market
it would shrivel recognizing, no being
genetically predisposed to recognize
its own parallax of de function, it would
consume itself, withdrawing into the
mother ship with multiplex and aquatic
precision. but here, in the mine, in my
own crepuscularity, I co on, frozen, in
dark space, I go on, waiting for rain,
for smiling sweaty faces to set me
up with a couch of love to sleep on.