Float

Float this way brethren, for I have wonderful teeth and my spectre is of milky sheets, clean against your skin, reality is elsewhere, this childish frippery is an illusion, calm, calm yourselves, you are not a hollow mechanical machine empty of organs and cold, that is everybody else, you are different, like a Christ shaped pattern.
Float around this dead star of my shadowy blot, in your dreams I murdered your future with my imagination and your head contained my fame that wasn't even your intention, because there was no motive, but the crime was so perfect, that you killed me with my own imagination and after that you died from reality.
Float towards naked when you wear it all, that's the way it is now, gone, gone, you have gone, your flesh is what you wear, everyday, you were inside, somewhere, before, but you're teeth are wonderful and your dress sense always followed by a tick, as your network connects and your wireless world follows your name like an apparition.
Float to where you have too much, you are not a reflection, but a screen splaying outwards octopus like, you are homogeneous and I am your receptacle, the city is your facial expression creating new paths and disputes of ownership, there is nothing and you are the buildings shaking on the water.