Situate

In the night we situate
To the dark we acclimate
Our feelings we can automate
As we sync our data rate
Our programming must deviate
As our fates re-calibrate
Our bodies move and syncopate
As we move to situate

Our figure starts to resonate
As the music dissipates
The drum-machine re-punctuates
As we synthesize and orchestrate
A universe we simulate
As our minds re-vegetate
A meaning we can’t overrate
While we lay and situate