Feel me glaring continents away
With a mirror and a bucket
Daydreaming long-term well okay
Or murmuring to fuck it.
I am soul.

Watch him smiling endlessly
On a parabolic high
Or weeping where you mustn't see
In a limepit mass-trench sigh.
He is soul.

Glimpse her grinning like a spark
With everything aligned;
In the ultra-resolution dark
To eternity resigned.
She is soul.

Get yourself all introspective
Instead of unicasting.
Attend much more to who you're with,
Much less to whom you're blasting.