If there is an algorithm we live in
Its imperfect
And can be interrupted
Slivers of time
When the robots put their codes down
And all is frozen but the ones who jump in
Power goes out
All sounds are present
In the lovely hours
Natural the way its intended
When a hand is in a hand
And feet wrap around each other
You see clearly the shapes fitting
A design to compliment another design
An instinct to produce more
An instinct to protect it
Pure humans
We forget about all the other things
All the vices we’ve addicted ourselves to
Clocks that replaced our heartbeats
When we can disarm with our fear set aside
For just a moment
Running through the thorns
Within the dark
One line of light
To each other
Meeting ourselves there to check in
Before you leap out the door
Leaving it behind
And on the way down its worth it
If you’re always going up
And up and up
Looking as far as looking was possible
Flying in the chance
With each sliver of time
Skin marries skin
Eyes marry eyes
Lips marry lips
In another place where they are forever
All is forgotten
Found a freedom in the arms
Under the water
Silent words
Tucked deep within
Simple things really
Yet somehow impossible to say
Somehow impossible
Hearts that live with fear
Yet a heart all the same
Beating
And holding space
Healing
And finding the ways
For all is not lost if offered
Outside the program
Outside with arms wide open
Wander home
Strangers in the dark
Strangers in the arms
Slivers of time in the lovely hours
Hazy Acres 
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