I stared at a monitor today
Silent subservients hovering -
And all of us turning shit into gold
And that kind of thing.
And there was a flicker.
Dancing, silent deadline-denier,
Are you real?
Dance with me forever...
Make this deadline never.
The image of you was lovely
And it made me cry.
So I turned right back all told
And turned shit into gold.
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