Weightless

Trains and circuits
Streams of self-consciousness
Megabytes of naked breathing code
Behind every door
And buzzing through the vines
An information faucet
Spilling journals and perfume

Talking to the speakers
My hands tremble in a crowd
Lonely globes rotating in vacuum

Space can be so weightless
Are people just floating around?

Habitats of metal
She grew up by a factory
An apartment full of stories
Assembly lines of debris