In the nightmares of modern life

I realise the fututre is already here 

lives becoming data turning in machines

In the dross of algorithms

the silent influencers of night

advertising boards flashed in your minds eye

artificial light disturbing the sleep

fake love a swipe away on a broken screen

In the timely loss of passions

signing in to hollow optimism

kiss my disillusionment away

make love to me until we are nicely tired

It is so human to feel some connections

these negative attachments

we held hands in boring muesums

lets us

light candles for love in all the cathedrals of the modern world.